LENA POV:
The cold wind whipped my hair across my face. I reached up to brush it away, and in that moment, Lucas took his chance. He grabbed my hand, his grip firm but not painful. There was something in his touch, a silent plea, as though he was trying to communicate something beyond words.
For a heartbeat, I hesitated, feeling the strength in his grasp, the warmth of his hand in mine. I could feel his gaze burning into me, but I refused to meet it. My mind was made up, and I wasn’t going to let him change it. Not now, not after everything that had happened, anger surged through me, hot and fierce.
I couldn’t let him think he could control me, that he had any power over me after what had happened. With a sudden burst of energy, I flipped his hand away, breaking free of his hold.
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