Diana's POV:
The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. It hung over us in a cloud of darkness, hot and heavy. I looked between Lydia and lucian, wondering to myself if I should say anything to diffuse the tense atmosphere.
"Do you want some water or drinks?" I asked Lydia, laughing uneasily. She turned to me and smiled kindly, her eyes lighting up.
"Thanks my dear, but I'm fine."
I turned to the man who stood a few steps behind her. He was looking right at me, his expression serious but somewhat kind. He seemed like the kind of person who always had a serious look on no matter the situation.
"Hi," I waved. "I'm Diana,"
"I know you, I'm Darius." He said and smiled, some of the hardness dissolving from his eyes. "And you, I know you too," He turned to Lucian and the look was ba
