Chapter fifteen
Valeriane.
“You don’t look happy to see me.” His voice sounded calm, and a smile turned into a frown. “Won’t you invite me in Val?” He asked.
I bit my lip, and anxiety washed over me, my eyes widened at the sight of him. I struggled to let out the words my heart felt but once I glanced at his eyes, I couldn’t.
I felt my heart tightened against my chest, my fingers trembling against my dress.
“Come in.” I breathed out.
I froze when Lucian held my hand. Malachi’s words came rushing back to me: he won’t share; he doesn’t share. My heart burned with the desire to do as he said.
“What’s wrong Val? I was worried sick yesterday, I tried calling, I texted and there was nothing.” His words came out slower, almost as if he was reading my behavior first.
“I thought.” He s
