Ashley lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a deep exhale. She glanced to her side, where Lucian was, only to see him lying flat on his back, eyes closed.
"You're not even sleeping," she muttered, clicking her tongue as she looked back at the ceiling. "Seriously."
Slowly, Lucian's eyes cracked open, sliding to the side.
He had tried telling her about Primo's concern, but failed miserably. How could Lucian bring it up when even he didn't know the answer? Going by paper was easy, but wasn't he the one who told her to stay out of Primo's business in the beginning?
"It's nothing," he said after a prolonged silence, though she didn't look at him.
She pressed her lips together, giving him a glance after a moment.
"It's nothing—tsk! You and I both know it's not nothing," she huffed faintly, rolling onto her side to face him. Ashley propped her temple against her knuckles.
