Chapter 67 Not A Chance In Hell
- ~Sienna~
- The room was quiet, except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Lucas hadn’t spoken since I asked the question, and the weight of my words hung heavy in the space between us. I shouldn’t have pushed—I could see that now. But it was too late to take it back.
- "Lucas," I said softly, reaching out to touch his hand. His fingers flinched under mine, but he didn’t pull away.