Chapter 42 — ’Rune’
For a moment, Lucian simply stared at the young woman seated not far yet not close, his thoughts in disarray. The steady rise and fall of Cynthia’s breathing seemed to mock the storm of emotions swirling within him; she was clueless and he knew his feelings didn’t matter to her.
And yet, for a brief moment, her unexpected present felt comforting. And that realization only fueled his frustration.
What game is she playing?
His fists clenched at his sides, the familiar wave of anger rising in his chest. But before he could react, his eyes softened, trailing over her face.
Her silver hair fell loosely around her, framing her peaceful expression. She didn’t appear amused, or triumphant. Just... tired.
Lucian’s heart gave an uncomfortable thud. A feeling he couldn’t name washed over him. It gnawed at his pride, yet there was something disarming about her unguarded state, as if she had let down a barrier between them for the first time.
But it’s just a front. It has to be. Just another tactic of hers.
A bitter taste filled his mouth. She wouldn’t help him out of kindness. Not after everything. Not after last night. The way he detained her must have hurt her pride and, unable to handle it, she rushed to meet him the first thing in the morning.
His gaze flicked to the wet towels once more, a silent question lingering in the air.
But... Why?
As if she had heard his inner thoughts, Cynthia let out a soft groan, opening her eyelids.