Lucian POV
Proof. That one word kept going around my head ever since my father had revealed they believed Coach Bilson was the one who attacked Fred. They didn’t have the proof, nor did The Society have any hard evidence. The game of cat and mouse had begun and with it, we had to sit back and wait. f*****g wait. Those were the orders given by our fathers that had come straight down from The Society. Without proof, they had nothing. Fred’s accusations had been squashed as well. They didn’t believe him because of all the injuries he sustained, so we were back to square one.
“She’s in bed, sleeping,” Elliot said.
Aria hadn’t listened to me and had walked for a good three hours. I wished I knew what to say to make all this pain go away, but nothing helped. She was in a dark, depressing plac
