LUCIAN’S POV
Telling ourselves we had no right was a line we kept repeating in the days after Rosalie walked out of the clubhouse. We had chosen to distance ourselves and stay silent, letting her believe the worst of us because the alternative— the full truth about Levi — felt like a cruelty none of us could confess to her face. If she wanted to move on, we had earned every second of it.
The problem was that knowing something and living with it were two different things.
The first time I saw Damon make her laugh, something ugly coiled in my gut.
It was a few days ago when I spotted them on campus without them noticing. Damon was dropping her off by her department’s entrance. Damon said something I couldn’t hear and Rosalie’s head tipped back, and that bright, unguarded laugh of hers ca
