Sansa's POV
"I don't want to talk to you, Lucien," I said, trying to move past him.
He grabbed my arm immediately, pulling me back. Pain shot through me and I winced.
"We need to talk, Sansa," he said, his voice close to my ear.
He let go after a moment, but his eyes stayed on me.
"What do you want?" I spat, bitterness thick in my voice.
"Why did Natalie ask to see you? What did she say?" he asked, keeping his tone low. "I hope you didn't tell her anything."
A hollow scoff left me.
I stared at him, stunned. For a second, I almost wished this were some kind of twisted joke. But no joke involved this kind of pain. Not like this.
"If you're so curious, why don't you go ask her yourself, Lucien?" I said.
"I'm serious, Sansa. Did you tell Natalie anything about us?" he asked again, his voice rougher this time.
I let out a short, bitter laugh.
"I can't believe you. What do you mean not say anything?"
