I bit my lip anxiously, but did as he requested. I searched his face for anger, but there was nothing to see.
“Charlotte, I know what happened. After Conal transformed back to human this morning, he and I talked. He explained that Laurence Armstrong told you we were all dead. He told me what you'd been subjected to and what Armstrong was after.” He sighed, the sound heavy in the quiet room. “And he told me that you kissed and how he feels about you. He assured me that he knew you were in love with me.”
I wiped my palms across my cheeks, brushing away the tears. “You're not angry?”
“No, I'm not angry.” Lucas's voice was reassuring, his expression neutral. “Jealous, definitely. But not angry, with you or Conal, not after everything you've been through.” He leaned forward, his cool lips br
