Aria’s words lingered in the silence.
Lucien raised his head up and met her gaze. He arched his eyebrows at her,
Aria swallowed and repeated herself, “There is something I need to tell you… It’s something your brother said to me.”
Lucien’s brow furrowed when he heard what she said, “How did you meet my brother?” his tone wasn’t angry, just curious,
The atmosphere in the cottage shifted; the warmth of breakfast and the heat coming from the now rekindled hearth was no longer enough to warm the coldness in the room.
Lucien did not continue speaking, he just arched his brows at her and waited for her to continue speaking.
Aria blinked, “While I was cleaning one of the wings yesterday, I received a visit from a man who was heavily scarred in his face.”
Lucien’s brow barely twitche
