Lucas
I found Alara sitting by the window, her gaze distant as she stared out at the setting sun. She’d been like this for days, ever since she confronted Kaelen about the truth behind their fake marriage. I could see the cracks in her resolve, the uncertainty in her eyes every time she looked at him. And yet, she was still clinging to whatever remnants of hope she had left.
She turned her head when she noticed me entering the room, her expression softening slightly. “Lucas,” she said, her voice quiet. “What are you doing here?”
I shrugged, playing it casual. “I came to see how you’re doing. You’ve been quiet since… well, since everything.”
Alara sighed and looked back out the window. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Lucas. I thought Kaelen and I were finally building something real,
