"I'm sorry that our moment was disturbed," Lucian said quietly, his gaze fixed on me. His lips were pressed into a thin line, as if he were trying to read the thoughts I wasn't saying. "Do you have any questions? If you're curious about what my father said, go on and ask."
But I remained silent, my eyes locked on him. There was something deep within his blue eyes, something flickering beneath the surface, like a storm barely contained.
For a heartbeat, I wanted to ask everything. About his father's words, about the vow, about what he was hiding from me. But the weight of what had just happened hung too heavy between us.
Lucian exhaled softly, the tension in his shoulders visible even in the dim light. "You don't trust me," he said, not accusingly, but almost like a quiet realization.
"It's not that," I finally managed, my voice small. "I just… don't know what to believe anymore."
