Lucian's POV
"She's not picking?" Eva asked. The table vibrated subtly with the motion of her leg bobbing under it.
"She's not." I replied, ending the call. I slammed my phone face down on the table. I turned and looked right at Eva. She moved back, feat crossing her face.
"Your eyes" She said.
I closed them briefly, taking in a deep breath to calm myself down. When I opened them again Eva nodded, meaning it was all good now. "Did she tell you where she was going to?"
"No." Eva sighed. "She got a call in the middle of our session and she just left. Put a small bag together and left."
Damn it. Just when I thought things were getting better she decides to bail out on me. My mind conjures up all the things that could have happened to her. After the attack on her life at the convention
