"Lucas, what are you not telling me?" Eva's hand paused as Lucas moved to look up at her. "It has something to do with the estate, correct? That is why we are here in the Capital. The children are in bed now. Would you please tell me?"
Lucas sighed and moved to sit on the bed beside her. He wanted desperately to avoid this topic. He was not sure where his feelings still lay on it. Eva was too perceptive to fool. Not that he wanted to deceive her. It just felt hard to breathe when thinking of her sacrifice. His anger at her enemies had already burned out with the destruction of the Council, but Eva still lived in a world where Fiora existed.
If she still believed she existed, it was like his master still lived within her. I don't want to tell her. His mouth felt dry, and he felt empty in a way that reminded him of when his father left him in that village.
Eva tugged at his chin, and he finally faced her.
"Tell me."
