~ LENORA'S POV
"Lucian..."
The name left my lips like a question.
For a heartbeat, we didn't move.
Then he stepped back, not abruptly but decisively, like someone forcing distance between himself and a live wire.
My fingers left his neck and dug into the marble counter behind me. My nails scraped the counter faintly, wanting something solid to keep myself upright.
"Get dressed." He simply said before walking out.
The space between us suddenly felt enormous. "Are we going somewhere?" I called after him, sliding off the counter, my bare feet hitting the cold floor.
Lucian didn't answer.
"Fine," I muttered, "Red flag the II."
The words were meant to sting but I doubt if he even knew the meaning of a 'red flag'
I headed out of the bathroom, and grabbed my clothes from the floor with jerky movements, shaking them out before pulling on my pants, fumbling with the zipper in my haste.
My hands trembled as I reached for my top.
"Dove." His voice stopped me cold.
