TERESA'S P.O.V.
The fading sunlight bathed the clearing in golden hues, and I felt Lucian's hand brush against mine. The warmth of his touch made my pulse quicken.
"I wish I could see you right now," he murmured, his voice low and raw, catching me off guard. "I know it's just been a few days, but I miss your face, Teresa."
My breath hitched, the sincerity in his voice throwing me into a whirlpool of emotions. For a moment, I forgot the pain, the anger, the humiliation and the ache in my chest that he'd caused. But just as quickly, those memories rushed back like a slap to my face.
"You always know what to say, don't you?" I tried to sound unaffected, but my voice wavered slightly.
He tilted his head, his blank eyes seeming to pierce through my defenses. "It's not about knowing what to say, Teresa. It's about speaking the truth."
