Diana's POV:
It's been over an hour since Lucian left.
My chest still hurts like crazy, but I'm starting to just zone out the pain. I felt a twinge of guilt for how I had spoken to him after all that had gone down. I think something is wrong, but I'm not quite sure what it is.
The crow outside my window still watched me like a silent shadow. It hadn't cawed a single bit since Lucian left, leading me to assume that he was the one receiving all the annoyed cawings. I got out of bed and headed to my kitchen for a glass of water.
I glanced at the island, the piece of paper on the tabletop calling my attention. My cheeks turned red as I recalled what had happened here just an hour ago.
"Don't even think about it." I said to myself. I walked over to my fridge first and opened it. To my sur
