After what happened three days ago, I still hadn't given him an answer.
Not a yes.
Not a no.
Not even a maybe.
Nothing.
I should've listened to Maya.
Or maybe the real mistake was thinking I could trust anyone in this world at all.
Because every time I did, the ground shifted beneath my feet.
I stood there now, arms crossed, staring at the giant frame that hid the entrance to that secret basement, the one where Lucian showed me the truth I never asked to see.
The frame was back exactly where it had been before. No sign that a door had ever been behind it. No trace of cold air slipping through the cracks. Not even a hint of frost.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would've thought I imagined the entire thing.
"So…" I muttered under my breath, arms folding tighter across my chest. "He even orchestrated a funeral for his mother? Why? To hide it from his father?"
The thought alone made my stomach twist.
"What are you thinking, Miss Vale?"
