Zora’s POV
A surge of terror coursed through my veins as Lucian’s unexpected entrance disrupted the calm of the room. His eyes widened with suspicion, darting between the ink spill on the table and the diary, which I had barely managed to close in the nick of time. His grip on my arm was unyielding as he forcibly pulled me to my feet, his voice demanding and urgent, “Zora, what on earth are you doing here? Explain yourself this instant.”
My heart raced, and my words stumbled as I attempted to come up with an excuse. “Lord Lucian, I was just…” My gaze nervously darted towards the ink stain, and my mind raced for a believable story. But I was coming up blank. I couldn’t tell him the truth that I was here to snoop around and had even had the audacity to go through his diary, could I?
Lucia
