LUCIAN
Leah, I see her before I even hear her. It's been three days and we've still not spoken to each other. We’ve seen each other a couple of times, but we haven't spoken, or touched. It's like she's avoiding me, or maybe it's me avoiding her. Just like I am doing again right now.
She’s stepping into the garden, the late afternoon light soft against her skin, strands of her hair catching the golden sun like threads of fire. The garden is now her only comfort zone. She walks slowly to the stone bench near the moonflowers and sits, folding into herself.
I watch her from the upper landing, hidden behind the stained glass of the corridor. My heart hurts at the hollowness in her gaze, she’s breathing like her ribs hurt.
“She saw you kiss Elara. What did you expect?” Fenrir snarls.
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