for an handshake. Lucien's hands remained in his pocket of his razor ir

her straight hair brown hair behind her ear. Then, her eye

opped her bag on the chair as she walked tow

ight hand holding the chair by

black eyes sticked on Dahlia like glue. If Dahlia didn't know better, she'd think Eric was actual

st naturally, like she didn't know Dahlia was from a

not her

her off as he walked to the seat opposite his gran

eyes away from Dahlia and bac

ried," Lucien said bl

sit behind him. Dahlia walked down the remaining steps slowly

sked with a quiet, calm, voice, "Didn't Dahlia ju

s ears as he stared right back at her. She bit he

ot what y

ving you thirty minutes to pack your things and get out of

Lucien said calmly. He didn't shout. Infact, none o

the room. Dahlia wasn't like that, she'd always had to work hard to be known, to be listened to, to be trusted. The only person who'd ever tried to help withou

d quietly used her nails on her other hand, making tiny crescents from fear. She should have known they wouldn't like her. She should have known things weren't going to be easy. No one ever loved her

l from the streets and decid

t his Liana, "Nonna, she is not a gi

- grand

ledge and you don't marry a girl we don't want. Sh

ncluding Lucien. His dark eyes even seemed to darken more as they twitched–dangerously. A

e filled with innocence as she tilted her hea

oor. She had no luggage anyways, it wasn't like she brought anything here. She was even glad to he leaving with cle

Sto

king the quiet ice that started t

et. It was laced with command and a silent threat. Her ha

liberate preciseness, "and I will make sure my guards drag

went ove

dropped to something crueler, darker. "You are mine, Dahlia. You don't just le