Lucian's POV:
“She didn’t come back,” I said, my voice rough, barely above a whisper. But she heard me.
Olivia’s lips parted, confusion flashing across her features. “She didn’t show?”
I shook my head. “No. The basket was there. The food. Everything was untouched. She left it, just like she said she would. But not her.”
Olivia took a shaky step forward, her brows knitting tightly. “But she was excited this morning,” she said, worry creeping into her voice like a c***k through stone. “She wouldn’t have missed it, Lucian. Not unless…”
The pressure in my chest doubled. I knew what she was thinking. I was already thinking about it.
And then, like poison seeping into clean water, Tori arrived.
Slow clapping.
Her boots echoed too loudly on the stone, her smirk as sharp as a blade. “Well,
