"Lex, I want to leave. I need to stop my father, find James. I can't abandon him because of fear. I can't do that." My eyes glared into him, burrowing my false confidence deep into his soul. Stay strong, Sarah. My heart thundered in my chest, praying he would believe the lie. I didn't want to leave, but I needed to. I couldn't let my emotions cloud my judgment, now. I'm so close to the truth- so close I can feel my veins thrumming. The real fear wasn't in leaving him, no, it was in him holding me from the truth, protecting me like he has all along.
"I'm not your enemy, Sarah, I never was. If you want to leave, go, but believe what I tell you next." He took a step closer, closing the gap between his lips and mine, pressing with a sense of reckless abandon. His hand danced down my spine, tracing my skin like a canvas, pulling me closer. The other cupped my cheek tightly, holding my face to his. His voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "If you walk out of that door, it will ruin me, what little faith I have left will be gone. You, Sarah Nicola Kristoph, have utterly destroyed me." I closed my lips onto his once more, pulling him closer to me as my hands clutched his worn t-shirt. Fisting handfuls of hair, our heartbeats collided as they thundered in our chests, matching the symphony of a thunderstorm outside.
"Forgive me."
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"Please don't leave me," I croaked, voice fractured and small. "I-I-I'm scared. Don't leave me, please."
Lucien's sneakers hit the floor before I finished my sentence. He climbed onto the bed and pulled me gently into his arms, his chest behind mine, strong and anchored.
"I wouldn't," he murmured against the side of my face. "I'm here, I won't."
His hands moved with an uncharacteristic softness, not filled with arrogance, no sharp edges. Just warmth.
What was he doing? I felt him hesitate, then bring a thumb to my cheek. He wiped away the tear I hadn't noticed falling. The moment his skin brushed mine, something inside me steadied.
The Lucien I knew-quick-tongued and distant-was gone.
My breaths slowed. The tightness inside my chest softened. And still, his hands remained gentle, mapping out the curve of my cheek like he was trying to memorise it.
"You're no good for me," I whispered hoarsely, leaning my head against his shoulder, eyes wet.
"I can't deny my feelings, Amara," he said, his voice more like a confession than an excuse. "I try, every time, I do. But your innocence haunts me and I'm left coming back to you."
He brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. That simple act shattered every version of him I had thought I understood.
"You're going to hurt me," I warned, my voice brittle.
His gaze stayed locked on mine. "I can't promise I won't, Amara. I wish I could. I'm flawed. I'm angry. I'm still learning how not to run. But I want you. I want every version of you, even the parts I don't deserve."
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