TERESA'S P.O.V.
Lucian turned to me, his expression unreadable as always, his unseeing eyes fixed somewhere above my shoulder. "Adrian and Juliette have left," he said casually, as though it wasn't strange that they'd vanished without a word to us.
I furrowed my brow. "What do you mean they left? Nobody told me anything."
"They didn't need to," Lucian said smoothly, leaning against the trunk of a tree with an ease that made my insides squirm. "Adrian just told me."
"Told you?" I asked, crossing my arms. "How? I didn't hear anything."
Lucian smirked, that infuriating, self-assured tilt of his lips. "Of course you didn't. Your human ears aren't built for this level of sophistication."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. Spare me the werewolf superiority complex."
He laughed, the sound low and rich, and for a moment, I hated how much it affected me. "You're adorable when you're irritated, you know that?"
