Mara
I sat in silence as Lucian drove us to the resort. My hands stayed clenched in my lap, and I stared out the window, trying to pretend the car wasn’t heavy with everything unsaid.
The argument between him and Darian still echoed in my head—loud, raw, and humiliating.
They were fighting over me like I was some object dropped between them, and I hated that my presence had turned their home into a battleground.
When we arrived at the resort, neither of us said much. The room was beautiful—too beautiful. Romantic in all the wrong ways. Like it was meant for a couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. But that wasn’t us. We moved around the space like polite strangers.
The chalet smelled of pine and clean air, and for a moment, I could breathe. At least here, I wouldn’t ha
