38Yulia
As we resume walking toward the training field, I sneak a cautious glance at Lucas, trying to see if he bought my story. So far, it looks like he has. His square jaw is taut with anger, his mouth set in a hard, thin line. He looks like he’s ready to murder someone, and to my surprise, I feel a tiny spurt of guilt for lying to him about Nora.
It’s as if I’m betraying his trust.
No. I shake off that ridiculous feeling. There’s never been trust between us. Lust, yes, and even some incongruous tenderness, but not trust. I may no longer be handcuffed, but with the trackers embedded in my body, I’m still Lucas’s captive, and falling for him didn’t make me blind. I know what kind of man he is and what he’s capable of. If Lucas knew that Nora told me to implicate her in my escape, it’s
