LUCIAN
It's been four days since I dropped the bombshell, and Leah still won't look me in the eye. It's like we've become strangers, and it's killing me. Fenrir has also locked me out, blaming me for the way things turned out.
Theron arrives just before noon of the fifth day, his boots thudding against the marble floor of the council’s reception hall. He looks exactly the same as when I last saw him, tall, broad, sharp-eyed.
Leah stands beside me, her hands clasped in front of her. She’s dressed neatly, hair pinned back, but the warmth she offers Theron doesn’t extend to me.
“Theron,” she says with a small, genuine smile. “It’s good to see you again.”
He smiles back and hugs her briefly. “Likewise, Luna.” His eyes flick between us, reading the air faster than I’d like. I keep my f
