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ADRIA’S POV
I moistened my lips, and wiped my sweaty palms on my jean shorts before closing the door, and walking towards him.
He sat without being asked, and crossed his legs, and I suddenly had the feeling that he was there as an Alpha, and not as the Lucien that had been in love with Adria.
I sat opposite him on the next sofa, and grabbed my crackers, not because I wanted to eat them, but because I needed something to make me seem like I wasn’t fretting.
My hands reached out for the remote controller, and I turned it off immediately.
“Adria.” He called, and I badly wanted to crumble, and ask him all my questions, but I held myself up pretty well.
“Yes?” I answered in a confident voice, as I threw a cracker into my mouth.
“I will need you to stop.” He said, looking at me with
