Ave would have gone after Lucian immediately had she not been naked, and by the time she ran towards the wardrobe and took out a dress to wear, she saw no signs of him outside the room. The hallway stretched out without a trace of him or anyone. She walked around, but it was like he had disappeared. She'd confirmed her doubt tonight: he wasn't avoiding touching her because there was anything wrong with her or because her body had been used—it was because something was wrong with him.