LIORA’S POV
I sat on my bed alone later that night, wondering about my decision to become Darren’s surrogate. I stared at the trunks still on the floor, when I heard a knock on my door.
It was late now and Myra had gone back to the servant quarters. Lucas stood before me, looking at me softly with his ice blue eyes. He looked at me with so much tenderness that I was confused.
This wasn't the way he looked at me earlier when he shut me out.
“You’re stronger than they know,” he said, reaching out to cup my face. His thumb brushed across my cheek where Elora had struck me. “Don’t let them break you.”
What was he talking about?
Before I could fully grasp what he was saying, he walked past me into the room and I shut the door.
I turned back to look at him and saw he was standing close
