Her face turned red with fury as she tossed the towel in her hand into the bowl, causing the liquid to splutter. "Do you want to die, Lucien? Don't you want to live?" she asked, jabbing her finger at his shoulder. She pushed the hair that had fallen over her face away. She had decided to let her hair down, which was always packed in a bun or ponytail.
She had seen Zarek storm out earlier, a tight frown set on his face. She knew then that he must have had an unfriendly conversation or argument with Lucien. And with the way Lucien was acting, she knew she was right.
"There is a time to fight and there is a time to give up. This is a time to give up," he slumped his shoulders in defeat.
His words squeezed her heart; she felt a lump form in her throat. "I will not let you die, Lucien. I will not give up." Her hands flew to her mouth to prevent the sobs from escaping.
