LUCIAN
Lately, I was losing the will to even leave my bedroom—not because I felt depressed or didn't want to do anything, but just to avoid running into Kat and Diana.
Yes, it was the most cowardly thing imaginable, but I couldn't help it.
On one hand, I couldn't physically stomach the blatant suffering in my mate’s eyes, especially since that photo of the kiss had hit every tabloid. On the other hand, the thought of facing Diana—her comments, her advances—filled me with anxiety.
The whole thing was absurd. Once, I would have given anything to receive that kind of attention from her. I felt, in my heart, that I loved her, that I wanted her. And yet, when she kissed me two nights ago at the bar... I felt absolutely nothing. It was just like when I had to kiss Kat for the public or for p
