The door creaked open, and I didn’t need to look to know it was Lucien. I could feel his presence, dare I say our bond had grown much stronger lately, even with all the distance.
"Are you going to keep staring out the window all day?" Lucien’s voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it. His usual calm was strained. "We need to talk, Aurora."
I didn't respond right away. I didn’t feel like talking. But he wasn’t giving me a choice.
"Look at me," he said firmly.
Reluctantly, I turned, meeting his eyes. His gaze was sharp, but there was something else in it too. Something that almost felt like concern, but I couldn't tell for sure. It was hard to understand him sometimes, especially now with everything hanging between us.
"I’m not going to ask you why you left, not again," Lucien began
