Aria’s words lingered in the silence.

Lucien raised his head up and met her gaze. He arched his eyebrows at her,

Aria swallowed and repeated herself, “There is something I need to tell you… It’s something your brother said to me.”

Lucien’s brow furrowed when he heard what she said, “How did you meet my brother?” his tone wasn’t angry, just curious,

The atmosphere in the cottage shifted; the warmth of breakfast and the heat coming from the now rekindled hearth was ...