CHAPTER 87
Third person’s POV:
Lucien stood frozen, rooted in the same spot for what felt like an eternity. Minutes? Hours? Days? Time had lost all meaning. The only thing he could focus on was the direction Storm had disappeared into, the way her scent had slowly faded from his senses, leaving behind an emptiness he had never in millennia prepared for.
His chest tightened with something he refused to name, an ache so deep it threatened to consume him whole. Was this what betrayal felt like?
He inhaled sharply, as if such action would stop the pain but to only avail. Even after he had poured his heart out to her, she didn't bother to listen. Instead, she called him a liar and a monster. All hope he had for her to forgive him disappeared in that instant.
He sighed, turning away. He h
