I press my hands against my chest, trying to calm whatever is stirring beneath my ribs. It feels like it’s getting stronger each day, this agitated thing inside me. Especially when I think about Lucian. Especially when I remember the way he looks at me sometimes, like he sees something in me that I can’t see myself.
But maybe that’s all in my imagination, too.
I walk to the small mirror hanging on the wall and stare at my reflection. When did I become this person? This clingy, forlorn creature who can’t function without a man’s attention? I’ve always been so proud of my independence. Even when my pack treated me like nothing, even when they sent me into the woods hoping I wouldn’t come back, I never let them break me.
But Lucian...Lucian makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. He m
