LEAH
“Soon."
Lucian's last word circles in my mind like a restless ghost. No explanation, again. Just that one word tossed at me like a thread I’m meant to hold on to, even when it feels like we're drifting apart.
He’s still holding out on me. I can feel it. His jaw is clenched as he paces the edge of the room like a trapped bird. He stops pacing, and our eyes connect. There's a storm in his eyes, maybe mine too. And of course, he's always able to see eight through me.
A frustrated sigh escapes his lips as he walks closer to me . “You deserve to know who he is,” he mutters, his voice tight. “The man who just left… his name is Vince. Prince Vince of the Crimson Court. He's a vampire prince.”
I blink. “Vampire’s are real?”
He nods once. “Yes, and they're manipulative bastards.”
Tha
