She tried her best to divert the topic and stormed out of the room.Lucian walked past her into the living room, the faint scent of cedar following. He didn't say anything after. He didn’t have to. His calmness was a weapon; silence, the blade he preferred. When could insert his hand into the chest of Hollywood and pull out secrets like treasures, there really was no need for speaking.Serena’s pulse was still erratic, her anger half-made of fear, half of shame. She hated that he knew. It was something she never wished for anyone to know. “Don’t follow me,” she said, not turning around.“I’m not,” he replied simply. He sat down on the arm of the couch, the sound of fabric brushing against leather. “You’re the one circling the same ghosts.”“Stop talking like you know what’s inside my head.”“I do,” he said, his tone maddeningly even. “I just wish you’d admit it aloud for once.”Serena turned sharply, her robe half falling off her shoulder. “Admit what? That I was stupid? That I trust
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