A warm feeling began rising within her.
She lowered her gaze, her head down as she tried to hide her reddened cheeks.
If Aria had heard those words just a couple of days ago, she would have been filled with anger. Now, she was filled with an emotion that she had never felt before in her life.
An emotion that she still couldn’t identify.
Lucien, oblivious to the thoughts racing through her mind, limped back to the cottage. He picked up his cane and walked straight to the bedroom.
When he walked back, he was wearing a long white leather cloak, similar to the one that Varion had, but his was made of fur.
Aria’s eyes widened as she saw him walk out. With a frown on her face, she took a step forward. “Are you sure you have to go?” she asked, her tone filled with worry.
Lucien nodded,
