Tessa's POV:
"I have to tell you something," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
The words slipped from my lips before I could second-guess myself. My voice was quiet, barely a whisper, but it was enough. Lucian stilled, the air around us thickening with anticipation. He shut his oak door and turned to face me fully, his sharp eyes scanning mine with a look that both calmed and unnerved me.
We were alone in his study, the fire casting a warm glow against the dark stone walls. Outside, the wind howled, brushing against the windows like a restless spirit. I felt a chill despite the warmth of the room, my nerves tightening like a noose.
Lucian took a step closer. "What is it, Tessa?"
I hesitated, my throat dry. Admitting this felt like pulling open a wound that hadn’t healed yet. Bu
