ALISHA’S POV
“Do you still love me?”
It had to be the most ridiculous question I’d heard in forever. Lucien was asking me if I still loved him.
The man who killed me in my previous life had the audacity to ask me if I still loved him.
Had he lost his mind? Cause that had to be the only logical explaination for whatever made him feel I would still have the tiniest ounce of feelings towards him after every single thing he had put me through.
I looked up at him and smirked, noticing how he stared at me with curious eyes. Like a fool, he was obviously impatiently waiting for an answer from me. And I wasn’t going to satisfy that burning curiosity of his by answering him.
“Do I still love you?” I repeated his question with laughter. “Why don’t you try to figure that out yourself? Guess. Gu
