Chapter 18

Third POV

In Serena’s room, the candles had burned low, their light dancing in a slow, dying ballet.

She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at a crack in the floorboards as if it held the answers to the universe. Her hands were ice, clasped in her lap. Her thoughts were a screaming chorus, louder than the departing storm outside.

Every word Lucien had said played on a vicious loop in her mind. Why would she lie about that?

But it wasn’t just the doubt. It was the look in ...