LUCIOUS POV:
I didn't understand what was happening.
One moment, I was watching her break down, feeling every second of her pain twist through me like a dagger. The next, she was accusing me—accusing me of being the one who had killed Salem.
Salem.
The name burned through me like acid. I had known I couldn't hide it forever, but I didn't expect this. The betrayal, the accusation—it was too much. Too much for me to bear, too much for her to bear.
The truth hung in the air, thick with guilt and anger.
I had killed him. But I hadn't meant to. It was an accident. A split-second decision. And now, I was being blamed for everything. Everything.
My thoughts spiraled, and I couldn't focus. I couldn't think straight.
She was my mate.
And yet, I had done the one thing that would destroy us.
