I sat on the bed's edge and gazed at Lucien's sleeping figure. With every deep breath, his chest rose and fell, and his face was bathed in the gentle brightness of the moon. He had a calm, serene appearance. But there was no rest inside me. Just guilt.
The recollection of my actions tormented me, like to a persistent burden bearing down on my chest. Alec and I had worked out a bargain. To rescue Lucien, I had betrayed him. And now, each time I glanced at him, I could feel the guilt seeping farther into my heart.
I had assumed that I could put up with it. I had persuaded myself that what I was doing was correct. There had been no other option except to let Lucien die. I had trusted Alec when he said he could assist. However, with Lucien back, transformed but still alive, my choice seemed more significant than before.
What would happen if Lucien discovered the truth? Could I ever be honest with him? Would my actions make him despise me?
