Lucian hummed, the low sound of it vibrating in the darkness.
“You barely talk these days,” she said.
“You always had something to say during college.”
“I guess… people change." Lucian replied, his voice turning colder than before.
The shift in his tone sent a shiver down Georgia’s spine, though she couldn’t explain why.
“I guess they do,” she muttered.
She let out a slow breath, her gaze searching his face. The darkness hid most of his features, but she could still see the glint in his eyes, that steady focus that never seemed to waver. “Are you perhaps angry at me?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper. “For marrying Sylvester?” She had been dying to ask him this question.
Lucian’s head tilted slightly, his fingers stilling on the couch cushion. He didn’t look away. “I think you
