BREA POV.
I was counting the seconds, and every noise I heard made the hope in my chest flare to life that Nicolai had come to rescue me, but it was always Lucas, and each time he came into my room, I couldn't help my blood running cold even though I feigned indifference.
I knew he was going to snap soon. All his words had been to disarm me but he was foolish if he thought that I believed any of it.
Love. I doubt he even knew what the word meant. The way he watched me though, I knew he wanted me, and that scared me. I didn't want him to touch me. Waking up to his hand grazing my thigh had made my skin crawl so bad, I wanted to cut my freaking flesh off.
He was trying to act kind, but I knew how ugly he could get, how evil he truly was.
Thinking about how he'd touched me- like he had
