Sansa's POV
I turned to Lucien. He hadn't answered yet.
I was curious too. For a second, I wondered if he'd actually be honest… and who he'd name.
There was no way he could lie. Not with everyone else tuned in like that, their wolf senses picking up every little shift of his heartbeat to indicate he was lying or not.
"Yes… yes, I have," he said slowly, a bit reluctant.
I waited for the others to react so I'd know. But they didn't.
Oh fuck.
He was telling the truth.
Natalie's face lit up immediately, like she'd just been handed exactly what she wanted.
I almost laughed. Almost.
"And thankfully, she's here with us," he added, momentarily looking at me, then his gaze diverted as he took a sip of his wine. "That's all I'll say. Don't want to give her too many butterflies."
Tsk. You don't give me butterflies, you give me a heartache.
"Aww, babe!" Natalie gushed, leaning in to kiss him.
I snorted quietly.
Only if she knew.
Lucien's eyes found mine as he kissed Natalie.
