LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.

Before I could leave, the sound of him croaking on the floor stopped me in my tracks. He attempts to stand, but his feet are shaking, so he grabs onto the table instead, and says;

“I’m trying to help you. You and I both know what her mother means to you, and your mind.”

I close my eyes at the memory and the sting, before the face of Sloane rushes to mind, and instantly calms me. A few beats after, I open my eyes, and giving him my deadpan stare, I walk slowly to ...