LUCIAN'S POV
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'Seems my mate had a chat with yours.' Atticus muses, all the while my mind is wrapping around all of this. 'You never told me you knew her before this life.' It's the sting in my chest that makes it hard to breathe. 'I don't talk about my mate.' Atticus growls protectively, 'But yours seems to have a kind heart.' I can feel the longing brewing inside of me, the way a noose wraps around my heart.
My eyes flit over Caroline's face as she stares out of the window, her hair falling around her face is smooth waves, the fire illuminating the room in orange-yellow hues. Her eyes shimmer with the light reflecting in them, and the orange flames make the brown flecks in her eyes sparkle like gold. She's incredibly beautiful, a rare sight to see. I've never seen someone so pretty
