LUCIAN
That was the fourth time in my life that I found myself thinking the night that had just passed was the absolute worst one of my existence.
The first time I’d thought it was the night Diana left me. I remembered very little of those hours, aside from her words—so dry, sharp, and cutting. That rejection had been followed by a violent, desperate binging of alcohol that, if Xander hadn’t been there to drag me out of my own vomit and beat some sense into me, would have undoubtedly killed me.
The second had been the night before my wedding to Katherine—and back then, I’d thought the night Diana left didn't even compare. I was about to marry my mate, a person I cared for deeply, but whom I did not love. I felt a sincere desire to try, to be a good husband to her, but I was bitterly def
