The thought of not you
"For instance, I saw you a week ago, standing on the sidewalk outside that little Italian restaurant three blocks from the hospital, I watched you turn around and walk away into the crowds, leaving those two people behind."
Yolande's breath hitched, a sudden jolt of electricity shooting through her veins as she stared back at him, the memory of that devastating sidewalk realization crashing back over her, she hadn't known anyone was watching, she had felt so utterly invisible, yet this beautiful, dark stranger had seen her.
"Who were those people, Yolande?" Lucian asked softly, his tone holding a gentle, magnetic curiosity that didn't feel invasive, but rather like an open invitation to shed
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