Viya's POV
The drive from the Blackwood pack house back to Lucius's villa was mercifully smooth and uneventful.
The car's interior was warm enough, and after I'd finally stopped trembling from the cold, I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it.
"Are you angry with me?" he asked softly.
I stared out the window at the snow-covered landscape passing by. Was I angry? The emotion felt too distant, too requiring of energy I simply didn't have.
"No," I answered truthfully.
I turned to look at him. "I didn't expect you to show up at all. Why did you?"
Lucius reached across the seat and took my hand in his. His touch was warm, but it no longer sent sparks through my veins the way it once had.
"I was worried about what Luna Margaret might do to you," he explained, h
