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ADRIA’S POV.
Staring at Lucien continued to make matters worse, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to squeeze him and watch his eyes pop. My eyebrows furrowed, and I tried hard to control the insane urge.
I felt a clash of feelings arise in me. Confusion, fear, and anger.
Why was I angry at Lucien? There was simply no answer to the way I felt. Then Lucien turned to me, smiling, but his smile ran down immediately he saw me.
“Adria.” He called, and just like a light was switched off, I regained my control. The heat turned cold, the tension in my fingers left, and the stiff feeling in my neck, coming from trying to hold myself back, was released. “What’s wrong?” He asked, and I began to take in slow and deep breaths.
“I… I don’t… I don’t know.” I said, staring at my fingers.
“You… yo
