LUCIAN'S POV
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"Yes."
Yes she wanted to die.
Yes she gave up.
Yes, she was going to leave me alone in this world.
My fingers dig into her as I refrain from snarling, and I spin her around. I need to look at her. An innocent little gasp slips from her perfect full lips. So perfectly pink. So perfectly mine.
No. Not mine.
I made her a promise, one I intend to keep.
The flames from the hearth reflect in her beautiful olive eyes. My eyes track the lone tear sliding down her flushed cheeks. I don't know if her cheeks are red from the cold or the crying. I want to know so badly. I want to lick the tear away. I want to taste her again.
Focus.
"Why couldn't you breathe?" She stiffens in my hold, her eyes flicking down to her hands, which rest against her chest. She twists her fingers
