Lucius’s point of view
She spent the night with Bolton.
Fuck!
I tried to look for her last night, but she wasn’t anywhere near the party. No wonder I couldn’t find him as well.
“Are we okay?” Noah asked, walking into my tent as I wrapped a bandage around my knuckles.
“What do you think?” I asked him, staring into the mirror. “There’s something you need to know.”
“If it’s about Katrina, I am not interested” I turned, and grabbed my black jacket about to walk away but he blocked my way.
“It’s pretty much about Katrina. So why don’t you follow me?” He asks,
I have no business listening to what he has to say about her. It’s like every time I take a step towards her, she takes two steps towards Bolton.
And that fucker was using her with Cassian, but I can’t do anything about it because she chose this path.
“For fuck’s sake, will you stop acting like a fucking child and follow me?” He growled. I raise a brow, but before I say anything, he is leading the way out of the tent. I follow him beh
