AMAYAThe cold breeze brushed against my skin, making me sneeze violently.Gosh, I’m freezing."Here, wear this," Lucien said, handing me his jacket.My brows furrowed as I stared at him through the darkness."Take it. You need it more than I do."I swallowed hard and reached for the jacket, slipping it on. It smelled like everything I had caught a whiff of earlier—smoke, alcohol, and his cologne.This was so strange. He was wearing only a thin white arm-less shirt, yet he had given me his jacket."Let’s get going," he said, dropping his half-smoked cigarette and crushing it under his boot.I quickly scrambled to my feet.When he reached out to take my hand, my breath hitched and I jerked it behind my back. Why was he suddenly being nice to me? He shouldn’t forget what we were: enemies."We aren’t close, Lucien. Don’t push your luck," I said firmly.He only chuckled, slipping his hands into his pockets.The moonlight followed us as we walked back in silence. I just hoped Ronan wasn’t
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