Chapter 15
Horatia hated how that memory always managed to choke her at the worst times. She blinked and turned at the sound of a polite cough. Lucien was leaning against the wall a few feet away, watching her.
“Are you all right?” he asked, pushing away from the wall and coming towards her.
“I’m fine.”
Lucien frowned and cupped her chin in one hand, turning her to face him.
“I can always tell when you lie,” he said, as if the knowledge of this surprised him.
“Yes. I hate that.” She needed to get away from him. She needed room to breathe.
He dogged her steps as she left and picked a room at random to try and hide from him. She shut the door and slid the lock into place, relaxing when he tried the knob and couldn’t get inside. Leaning back against the door, she listened to him walk a
