Warning! Graphic Content!
Em's POV
I don't know why I took his hand, but there was something about him that pulled me to him. I wasn't afraid of him, I hid because I was ashamed about slapping the piss out of Augustus. But I wasn't afraid of him. Even when he ripped the door off it's hinges, snarling like a rabid dog. He's tall, easily six and a half feet. His eyes and smell are what stick out the most to me. They're the color of honey and he smells like freshly ground coffee and plums. As I walked over to his silver Mustang, I wondered if I could trust him.
Is he really going to help all these poor souls? What did he say his name was again? I racked my brain trying to remember.
"Lucian!" I slapped a hand over my mouth. How embarrassing. I didn't mean to say it out loud. I could feel m
