Damn it. Damn it all to hell—insufferable woman. Lucian thought, cursing to himself. He had only been trying to do what was perhaps the only noble act in his long life, and the woman wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise. Not to mention how incomprehensibly tricky it was to tell her he was happy for her.
Lucian could curse her all he wanted, but it didn't alter the deep current of emotion that ran through him when it came to Caroline. Still, when he had spoken the words to her, to his own surprise even, he meant them. Somewhere deep inside whatever soul Lucian still possessed, he found that he would rather have Caroline as his sister than not having her in his life at all.
