LOGINLucas’ POVBy the time I got home, I immediately spotted her.Emily was slouched on the couch, her head tilted against the armrest, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. An untouched glass of water sat on the table, and her hair usually neatly brushed was now a tangled mess that framed her pale face. Her shoes were kicked off near the door, and the faint scent of alcohol lingered in the air.For a second, I just stood there, taking in the sight of her. Relief flooded through me that she was home, safe but then the worry set in again.“Emily,” I said softly, walking toward her. “Hey… are you okay?”Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of my voice, unfocused at first, then slowly finding me.“Lucas?” she whispered, her tone almost childlike.“Yeah, it’s me.” I crouched beside her, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek. “You scared us. Karen and I were worried sick. Where did you go?”Before she could answer, Karen appeared from behind, arms folded and concern written all over her face.“W
Emily’s POVI never thought I’d end up sitting in a bar, of all places.I’d passed this street a dozen times back when I came to visit Lucas at the hospital, but I never once looked inside the glowing red doorway that now called to me. I wasn’t raised to drink. Back in school, I was the quiet girl—the one who stayed out of trouble, who sipped juice at parties and left before midnight. But tonight, I didn’t want to be that girl. Tonight, I didn’t want to be anyone at all.My hands trembled as I pushed open the door. The heavy smell of alcohol and cheap perfume wrapped around me immediately. The bar wasn’t crowded, just a few people hunched over tables, the soft hum of music vibrating through the walls. I took a seat at the far end, away from the laughter and chatter, and ordered the first drink the bartender suggested.The liquid burned as it went down, but I forced myself to take another sip.I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to steady my breathing, but the ache only grew stronger
Lucas’s POVThe morning came in a flash. I hadn’t slept a wink because every time I closed my eyes, Emily’s angry voice echoed in my head. But maybe she was right. Maybe I deserved to die alone after keeping the truth from her.I was standing by the window, staring out into the early sunlight, when I heard footsteps behind me. Clarisse’s scent hit me before I even turned.“Lucas,” she said.I turned to face her. She looked calmer than usual, her hair brushed neatly, and she wore a pale blue dress that made her look innocent.“Can we talk?” she asked, stepping into the room.I sighed. “If this is about Emily, I’m not in the mood.”“It’s not,” she said quickly, walking closer. “It’s about us.”That made me turn fully to her. “Us?”Clarisse nodded. “Yes. I’ve been thinking maybe it’s time we stop fighting what’s meant to be.”My brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”She smiled faintly. “A marriage between us, Lucas. It makes sense, doesn’t it?”I stared at her, stunned. For a m
Lucas’s POVShe was gone before I could say anything else. And maybe it was for the best. Maybe if she hated me, it would be easier for her to move on when I wasn’t here anymore. That was what I told myself, anyway.But the ache in my chest said otherwise.When I returned to my ward, Chris and Karen were there. Chris was sitting idly by the bed, while Karen was flipping through a magazine like she didn’t have a care in the world.The moment I walked in, both of them looked up.Karen raised a brow. “Well, that was fast. Did she slap you or just storm out?”I ignored the sarcasm. “She’s gone,” I said.Chris sighed and stood. “What the hell did you expect, Lucas? You hid something that big from her, then tried to play martyr when she found out. Of course she’s angry.”I shot him a glare. “You’re one to talk. You just dumped the news on her like a bomb.”“Oh, please,” Chris snapped, his voice rising. “You were never going to tell her! Someone had to. I’m not going to sit here and let you
Emily’s POVThe scent of onions filled the kitchen, sharp enough to sting my eyes, but I didn’t care. I’d been standing by the counter for over an hour, chopping vegetables I wasn’t even sure I’d end up using. Cooking for Lucas had become my favorite distraction, something to do with my hands when my mind refused to quiet down.The sound of sizzling butter, the rhythmic clatter of the spoon against the pot, that was the kind of noise that helped me forget. Or at least, it used to.I was just reaching for the salt when my phone rang.“Chris,” I muttered under my breath. "You’re getting married,” he said and then the line went dead.I blinked at my phone. For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him. Married?I called him back immediately, but the call went straight to voicemail.“Chris, what the hell are you talking about?” I said into the phone. “Call me back.”I waited a few seconds, but nothing.It had to be a joke. Chris had an odd sense of humor sometimes, especially when he was stre
LUCAS POV"What the fuck are you two glooming on about?" Clarisse asked, her eyes moving from me to Chris. Chris turned his attention to me immediately. I could tell he was about to say something reckless. I knew that look on his face — the twitch of his jaw, the way his fingers drummed restlessly against his arm. I could practically see the words forming on his lips before they came out.He turned around, looking like he was about to spill everything. “Lucas, I can’t keep this to myself anymore, I—”Before he could finish, I quickly cut in, “We were just discussing possible strategies for a battle with Kael.”Clarisse stood at the doorway leaning against the wall, her eyes scanning both of us suspiciously. She had that look, the same look she used to have as a child whenever she thought she was being left out of a secret.I forced a faint smile and asked, “What are you doing here?”"I couldn’t sleep. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”Her words should have warmed my heart,







