Sierra’s POV
Standing, I follow Lucas out of the dining hall. He’s moving so much faster than me, so I must run to catch up.
“What’s wrong? Are you stressed about the rogues? Is there anything I can help with?” I ask when I catch up to his side. Lucas doesn’t pay me any attention, which makes my stomach cramp.
Why does this keep happening? I’ve dosed him several times, and I constantly feed the fake bond I forged. I shouldn’t have to keep doing this, yet here I am.
“Lucas, please talk to me!” I grab his arm as he enters his office and tug as hard as I can. I let the tears well up in my eyes before blinking until they begin rolling down my cheeks. “I-I know you don’t love me as much as I love you… I’m not sure why, but… but…”
I let the broken, sad sob fall from my lips to accompany
