Third person's POV
Mara sits on her bed, hugging her knee tightly. By doing so, she craddles herself back and forth. Her gaze lingering into the void of her room. Her phone lies by her side, it opens on countless messages of hers directed to Lucien. All unanswered, in her head she thinks. Not a single call, not a single message. Left unread for the entireity of it.
Her patience wears thin, just as she thinks about him and Aria. What could they be up to? Tears rolls down her cheeks, but she doesn't sob. She's too drain, still recovering that her brain fails to register her sadness. She swallows hard, picking up her phone and forwards a call to Lucien. She waits in anticipation, watching the call rings. Then, it dies, his number unreachable.
"Argh." She crashes out, tossing her phone on
