LUCIAN'S POV
"Was I truly there when Lady Cara died?" Maya asked suddenly, her voice trembling as her fingers tightened around the edge of her seat. Her eyes locked on mine, wide, searching, and pleading.
I exhaled slowly, measuring my words. "Yes, you were, Maya."
***Flashback***
We arrived at the Delux Hotel about 30 minutes after I did. Maya began to blink in panic; she doesn't even like going out, but that night she did because of me.
Silence hung between us for a moment; the flickering candlelight cast shadows on her face, revealing the storm of confusion brewing behind her expression.
"I didn't come here for anyone else; I came for you, Lucian." She said cautiously.
"Yes, I know it was me," I ascertained.
And as we approached the reception, Maya's eyes widened further at the
