-Cecilia-
A reason… I needed a reason, but when I couldn’t come up with one, Lucian went to pack. I called after him, attempting to say the words I needed to say—the words “I reject you”—but they never came out.
Not even when I followed him and watched him pack a bag, or when we sat in the car and I drove, or when we finally entered the house. No words came out, and I couldn’t even tell you how the hell I had ended up here! I was supposed to be free of him, and now he was moving in!
“I had forgotten how nice it is here,” Lucian remarked, holding his bag and jacket in one hand. It was too warm to wear one, but you never knew when you might need it.
“Yeah…” I mumbled, unable to meet his gaze.
“This is insane…” I whispered.
“What? Me looking out for my mate. How is that insane?” he aske
