Chapter Seventy

Lucian walks inside the room with a pack of ice before handing it over to the girl in the bed, her hand still pressed over her neck. She looks up at him meekly before taking it from his hands with her own trembling hands. “Thank you.”

The moment she grabs it, her trembling hands flinch from the impact of the cold, dropping it back on the bed. Soralina begins t apologise, going to pick it up again when Lucian gets to it first, taking it and sitting down on the bed facing her. “Move your hand.”

Slowly, the girl removes her hand from her neck, and Lucian presses the pack of ice as gently as possible so as to not startle the girl again. She hisses the first time, but as her burning neck accommodates to the cool of the ice, she calms down, choosing instead to stare at Lucian’s perfect face.

The man knows that she is watching him, however he makes no comment on it, letting her do whatever she wants. After a long time, she finally speaks up. “Thank you.”

“You already said that.”

“No, thank y