Chapter 51
The moment the cool weight of Lucian’s ring slid onto my finger, I could see the change in him instantly. His shoulders loosened, his jaw unclenched, and the grief lingering in his eyes seemed to soften just a little.
It was as if handing that piece of his past to me had lifted something heavy off his chest, it felt like he’d finally allowed someone else to carry a fraction of it.
He gave me a small, genuine smile, wiped the dampness from his cheeks with the heel of his palm, and stood up from where he’d been sitting.
“Now,” he said with a tone lighter than before, “let’s take you home.”
I nodded, relieved to see him breathing a little easier.
We left his house without much more conversation. He opened the passenger door for me, a small gesture, but one that caught me
