Rachel’s Point of ViewLucas led me to one of the smaller sitting rooms near the east wing of the mansion. Unlike the operations room, this place was quiet, no screens, no security updates, no voices discussing threats and enemies. Just silence.A silence I suddenly found harder to handle, Lucas closed the door behind us but remained standing several feet away. For the first time since I had known him, he looked uncertain.Lucas Grant had always been confident, even when we were younger, he was the person who would smile during difficult moments and convince everyone that things would work out.But today, he looked like a man who had accepted that he might lose something important. And somehow, that hurt more, “Rachel…” I looked at him, “I’m sorry.” he said. My eyebrows pulled together, “For what?”“For putting you in this position.” he answered. I stayed quiet. He continued, “I shouldn’t have confessed when your life is already falling apart.”“Lucas…” i called “No, let me finish.
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