Chapter 39 — Her Memories
Feeling the warmth of Cynthia’s soft lips against his skin, Lucian froze, too stunned to react. Then, with a sudden burst of anger, he shoved her away, not caring if it hurt her.
"H-How could you?" he stammered, still reeling from the shock of the kiss.
"Why? Have you never been kissed before?" Cynthia’s tone was calm, almost indifferent. "This isn’t your first time. It’s not even our first," she added, wiping her lips gently, her gaze unwavering as she met his furious glare.
Without another word, Lucian stormed out, the door slamming violently behind him.
As he stalked down the hallway, his thoughts spun, struggling to make sense of what had just happened.
"Why did she do that? There’s no love between us... so why?" he muttered to himself, leaning against the wall, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
A bitter laugh escaped his lips.
"Of course. It wasn’t about love. She probably does this with others—" He stopped himself, shaking his head. "No... she was terrible at it. There’s no way."
He scoffed, pushing off the wall, still unsettled by the encounter. Reaching his room, he grabbed the water bottle on his nightstand, opened the lid, and furiously rubbed his lips with a few drops of water, as if trying to erase the memory.
[Now, now. Why don’t you just kill her? Everything about her will disappear once her body turns to ashes,] a voice taunted inside his mind, followed by a low, mocking laugh.
"Go away," Lucian growled, slamming the bottle back onto the table.