Lucian stopped in his tracks, his body tensing up as Avey's hurried footsteps closed in behind him. He didn't want to turn around, but curiosity and frustration gnawed at him. What does she want from me now? The question was more bitter than curious, laced with the remnants of hurt that he thought he'd already buried deep.
His mind raced through possibilities. Is she here to tell me she likes someone else? Maybe Victor? Maybe it's about that night at the restaurant when I saw her with him. He frowned, feeling a sharp pang in his chest as he recalled that moment. Of course, it must be that. She's here to make things official, to tell me once and for all to stop chasing her.
