Once safely inside her room, she locked the door and leaned against it, exhaling shakily. What was wrong with her? Why had her body responded to such a simple touch from her brother? Her brother. The word echoed in her mind, a sharp reminder of the line she could never cross. Apart from the fact that it was forbidden—disgustingly so—Lucien hated her, just like Medrick and Darius. She was supposed to hate him back, but the force pulling her toward him earlier was undeniable, almost like an invisible thread or a spell pulling them together.
"No," she muttered, shaking her head firmly. "I won't let this happen again."
