CAROLINE'S POV
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His heart shines brightly through his eyes, the gentle gaze soothing the hard edges of the dark wall I've built. There's a reason for my wall, and the sole reason for the thick barrier I've kept stacking bricks onto is because of him. The torment, the taunting. He's the tornado that pulls me in with force, a force I can't fight. I clear my throat from the rock lodged in it. "I'm in no mood for your games, Lucian." The taste of his name rolling off my tongue is sweet and bitter at the same time. "You saved him." His carefully crafted sentence makes a dent in my chest.
"I--", "No." He interrupts me. "You saved my best friend, and now..." His eyes narrow slightly, the edge of his lips twitching up, "Now it's hard to keep acting like I hate you." Acting? "Because I don't,"
