Lucian’s POV
As soon as I asked the words, I realized it was over the line. While Dr. A and I were cordial, we did not have the kind of relationship that would allow for these kinds of questions. She had just saved my father; I needed to be more respectful.
I was just tired, under so much stress with Sheila and the pack. And now with my father so close to losing his life, and Mom stuck out of town, unable to get here to be with him, everything felt like too much.
I was needlessly sentimental tonight.
“Yes,” Dr. A said, after a long moment.
I blinked, startled, not having expected her to answer. Looking at her, I tried to understand.
“I did love someone once.” With how her face was angled, I could have sworn she was looking right at me. “But it didn’t work out.”
That was not the answ
