[Violet]
I shoved at his chest again, this time with enough force to escape his grip.
"Let go!" I snapped, backing away. I raised my voice, refusing to let him see that I was terrified that he was here. Just when I stopped seeing him in my dreams. When I began to think that I had outrun our unfortunate past.
"What are you doing here, Lucien?" My arms folded tightly across my chest. "How did you even find me?"
He didn't answer right away. Just stood there, watching me with narrowed eyes likely wondering what gave me the audacity to ask. When he finally spoke, it was in a calm, unbothered tone.
"Nice city you've been living in." He looked beyond the alley, purposely dodging my questions.
I opened my mouth to say something—anything—but his hand was suddenly on my throat. Not hard enough
