CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
LUCIAN’S POV
“I didn’t get a chance to actually ask you but how do you feel? You know, with the whole Angel being alive and kidn*pped by Richard thing,” I questioned, pulling the car to a stop outside Alec’s mansion.
“I just…don’t know how to feel, you know?” Alec sighed, leaning back on his seat.
“What do you mean you don’t know? Dude, its your sister,” I was quite surprised by his answer.
“Exactly. Look, she has been gone for a year. For a whole damn year Lucian. I’ve been mourning for her death for twelve good months and now, I just feel frozen. I know I should be happy she is coming back but I feel…Fuck! I have no idea what I’m feeling. What if Richard figures out we are on to him and he snaps off and kills her?”
“You are scared,” I said in realiz
