CAROLINE'S POV
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My heart thunders in my ears. Where had he come from? How did he get in the tree without me noticing? The tips of my fingers are numb as they dig into the hard surface below my ass. My eyes widen slightly as Lucian lifts a hand, and grips my chin firmly, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to force me to look at him. Vile man. He's a heartless bastard. "You really should be better at this," his eyes roll in a gesture toward the woods around us. "I'm the last to be found," I sneer, pressure building in my jaw as I bite down on my teeth.
Snorting, his eyes roll, the disappointment rolling off him in dark waves, the night sky hugging every inch of these woods, "I found you first," He scoffs, and lets go of me, the warmth of his touch still lingering. How is he so warm? S
