"Oh…" That was the only sound Aries could manage.
He had been deceived, or perhaps the truer word was that he had deceived himself.
He did not know where Lucien had come from, but wherever it was, it had to be some blessed corner of heaven. How else could someone remain so pure of soul? Even after all the drama Aries had dragged him through, Lucien was still saying he was not angry. For what reason, exactly?
"I see," Aries murmured at last.
Lucien continued to stare at him, unblinking. Aries stared back for a few seconds, but the silence grew awkward, pressing against his chest, and he finally looked away only to feel a hand lift his chin.
He turned back to Lucien in surprise.
"What do you want?" Aries managed to breathe out, confusion threading through his voice as Lucien's fingers remained firm beneath his chin, holding him in place.
Lucien's gaze searched his—deep, now-silver eyes reflecting the light.
