CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN
“Come on, give your brother a hug,” Roman smirked. Lets just say it was utter luck that Lucian had an extra pair of clothes in his car. As I looked at the boy standing in front of me, arms stretched with that smirk dancing on his lips, I had no idea what exactly I was feeling. Not only did he look taller now but a bit buff, his dark hair long, falling all the way to his shoulder. One part of me wanted to rush in his arms and just hug him so tight but the other part was overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions ranging from pain to rage. Lucian had long left us to have a moment.
“All those times I ran into you, why?” I paused,” Why couldn’t you give me a sign at least, huh? Mum and I were devastated for months, crying to no end, trying to get over the fact that
