CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
LUCIAN’S POV
I no longer felt the physical pain of where Roman had hit me and just like everyone else, we all sat in silence long after Faith left. I was drowning in self-loathe, regret and the endless questions running in my brain from where I sat with an ice pack on my pressed on the right side of my face. I was constantly switching from trying to understand what Faith had meant when she said I was like my father to wondering why I hadn’t done better when I still had the chance to do that. I had been drowning in too much guilty of dismissing her suspicions about Angel that I had avoided her an entire day. All day long, I had tried to sort out my thoughts and figure out the right words to say. I had the chance to make it better but I had blown it yesterday when I let
