Elena's P.O.V
I lay there on the side of the pool, my legs still dangling in the water as the waves of pleasure ebb away, leaving me adrift in a sea of confusion and guilt.
Lucien's face flashes in my mind, his expression a mix of hurt and betrayal, and my heart clenches painfully. What have I done? The intensity of the moment had swept me away, but now reality crashes back in with merciless force. It feels like a betrayal to him, to us and all the trials that we had withstood together.
Vincent, senses my turmoil, pulled himself above the water to sit beside me. His voice, gentle yet firm, broke through the whirlwind of my thoughts.
"Elena, you didn't betray Lucien." He said, once again reading me like an open book. "He turned away from you when you needed him the most."
