He was hanging on by a thin thread, and the thought of Aria leaving well, it was making him crazy. I could understand his worry.
I didn’t want her to go, and so far, none of us had taken the time to talk about what we wanted, or how we were going to take care of everything.
Leaving the library, I found Lucian waiting in the dining room, looking his usual charming, miserable self.
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked.
“Nope.” His arms were folded, and he glared straight ahead. “You came into the library, didn’t you?”
His scowl, if at all possible, got even bigger.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked.
“She was busy.”
“Are you jealous because she was with Rowan?”
“And she’s been with you, and don’t tell me Sebastian hasn’t gotten a taste. We all know he has. He smiled
