"They are usually not," Lucien confessed, his voice dropping so low it was almost a growl. "My hands were made for taking things apart, Juni. Not putting them back together."
Juni slowly turned her head, looking up at him over her shoulder. Her golden eyes were entirely fearless as they locked onto his.
"I don't believe that," Juni said softly. "You put Pip back together when he didn't have a family. And you put me back together today. I think your hands are exactly what they need to be."
Lucien stopped breathing. The absolute, unwavering faith in her eyes completely undid him. He wanted to pull her up from that bench. He wanted to wrap her in the shadows and hide her away from the rest of the world so nothing could ever hurt her again.
He slowly leaned down, his face just inches from hers.
"Honk!"
Lucien snapped backward, his spine turning rigid.
