Lucien's POV
Davina was limp in my arms as I carried her to my room. Her dazed eyes were just staring at me, and right now, I would give everything to know what was going on in her mind. I expected her to protest against me taking her to my room instead of hers, but she just remained quiet.
After shutting the door, I carried her to the bathroom, setting her to sit on the counter.
"Stay." My voice was gentle this time. A request. Not a command.
She watched as I put the shower on, steam filling the space around me.
The fact that she was still not saying anything to me unsettled me. Did I go too far? Did I hurt her?
A heaviness settled in my chest, and I was unable to stand the silence.
I walked back to her, taking both her hands and inspecting her wrists. They were still very red from
