Elena's POV

Lucas's voice sliced through the room like broken glass.

"Elena?"

That one word-my name-hit harder than a slap. Damian and I sprang apart so fast his chair rolled back and hit the shelf behind him. My breath froze in my chest. I turned, slowly, like a guilty criminal awaiting a verdict.

Lucas stood at the doorway, his hand still gripping the handle as if he'd tried to catch himself but failed. His eyes were wide, disbelieving... and already breaking. He didn't move. He didn't ...