Diana's POV
My phone had been ringing all morning.
After the garden incident with Lucian, I felt so tired I couldn't take a step. He carried me back to my room, and again I felt so f*****g weak and useless. I hadn't spoken to him after my confession of hatred.
Partly because I couldn't bear to face him, and also because I don't know what to say.
I picked up my phone and looked at it. There's been fifteen missed calls. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, so I ignored those messages and curled up in bed.
Lucian had come by and checked up on me. We stared at each other. And he told me that he was going to check out a new lead, and he would be back by evening. I didn't say anything, I only nodded. I wanted to do something. Move. Touch him. Tell him how sorry I was, and how I didn't m
