"Lucan," Adeline said, gently running her hand down his back. "You do not need to tell me. There is no need for you to talk. Just let me take care of you. Just let me..."
Lucan moved away from her embrace, his lips parted as he watched her, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind reeling.
He was in love with her. The sheen of her hair, the glow of her eyes. With her stubbornness. Her intensity. Her ability to annoy him. Her ability to make him feel like he would burn the world. The mole above her lips, the confusion that sometimes danced around her eyes.
He was in love with her. All of the memories. The way she evaded him. The way she made him burn. The fact that she had been in another's arms.
He was in love with her.
"Lucan?" She said, her voice filled with worry as she reached
