Aeliana's voice trembled as she spoke, her hands clenched at her sides as she tried to find the words to mend what had shattered between them.
"Lucian, it was an accident," she pleaded, her voice barely audible over the storm. "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."
Lucian stood motionless, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath he took. He didn't turn to look at her, didn't acknowledge the desperation in her voice. His silver hair was soaked, clinging to his face, his hands still balled into fists as though he was barely restraining himself.
"An accident," he finally repeated, his voice bitter, tasting the words as if they were poison. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "That's all you have to say?"
