LUCIEN DRAVEN POV

"Well, how did it go?"

Nessa's hands stilled on the apple she was cutting, the knife hovering above the fruit as her eyes bored into it like she had suddenly forgotten what she was doing. For a second she said nothing, but I could see the tension in her shoulder and the way her fingers kept clenching and unclenching around the knife.

"I asked you a question. Are you just going to ignore me like you always do?"

Her eyes snapped to mine, blurry with the tears that had filled them.

"Nessa—"

"Don't fucking say my name," she snapped, cutting me off. "Do you have any idea...