Lucas heard Eva sigh beside him and he looked up from the never-ending reports that had been sent to him from their new estate. Eva was staring into the fire with a frown on her face. It was the same expression from the carriage earlier.
He set the paperwork to the side and motioned for Marietta to take Arya from her. Even the loss of Arya's warmth did not seem to break her out of this trance-like state. He frowned and thought about what she said earlier in the day. About how she couldn't grasp one of her memories.
Lucas didn't think it was any of the memories that they shared that would bother her like this. So, it must be from the time before they met. Eva was very young compared to him. Most of her life had been spent outside his grasp, and he had no control over those memories.
