Braelyn's POV
"You know the truth, Lynn," Lucien said gently with a smile that made him devastatingly handsome. Silence bloomed between us. The wind howled in the distance, and I bowed my head, unable to meet his gaze. He just stared at me, his silent gaze burned into me.
I didn't know how long we stood there lost in our thoughts and the heat of the moment. His words echoed in my mind.
You know the truth, Lynn.
The words echoed louder than the waves. They wrapped around my ribs and squeezed until breathing felt like a chore.
My thoughts spiralled, searching for meaning, for proof, for something solid to hold on to, but everything inside me felt blurred and shaken. What truth was he talking about?
Lucien must have noticed the way I drifted somewhere far from him because the next thing I felt was a sharp flick against my forehead.
"Ow..." I winced, snapping back to reality. My fingers rushed to rub my forehead.
