The silence after his question was suffocating.
I couldn’t breathe. My throat still burned from Cameron’s fingers, and now Lucas’s gaze was burning it all over again. His eyes were locked on the bruises, unblinking, like he was memorizing every purple-black ridge, every thumbprint pressed into my skin. Like he was already planning how many bones he’d break for each one.
“Lucas…” My voice came out a broken whisper.
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just knelt there between my knees, hands fisted so tight I could see the whites of his knuckles. The air around him felt charged, electric, like the moment before lightning splits the sky.
I tried again. “It’s nothing.”
The second the word left my mouth, something inside him snapped.
His head jerked up. His eyes—God, his eyes—weren’t blue anymo
