OLIVIA’S POV
Lucien was leaving. He was really leaving me behind to be here with Damon.
My breath hitched as I watched him walk away, his broad shoulders tense, his strides full of purpose—full of pain. I could feel it, radiating off him like a storm waiting to break. My heart pounded in my chest, my legs trembling as I took a step forward, instinctively reaching out for him.
I had to stop him.
I had to explain to him that whatever he thinks happened between Damon and me last night was caused by loneliness.
I surged forward, but before I could take another step, a strong hand wrapped around my arm, yanking me back with force.
“Let me go!” I hissed, twisting against the grip, my voice filled with desperation.
Damon.
He held me effortlessly, his fingers firm yet unbothered, as if
