Elena’s pov
“Elena,” he finally said, his voice low and gravelly, “I truly am sorry. I never meant to cause a rift between you and Oliver the other day.”
I gave him a small smile. I didn’t want to bring back the guilt I felt for almost breaking their bond. They’ve known each other all their lives and I didn’t want to be an obstacle.
“It’s… fine, Lucas,” I managed, the word feeling hollow even to my own ears.
“I should’ve followed his out that day and not stayed back. I knew he didn’t trust me anymore after that other night..”
“Lucas stop..” I interrupted, “Oliver is over it now. He knows we’re just friends.” Even as I said it, doubt gnawed at me.
My mind drifted back, unbidden, to the bond. The brief, electrifying surge of connection that had coursed through me the night we were in
