LEMUEL

I watched from the hallway as Lucan brushed past Rosita and stormed towards the stairs.

His icy presence filled the room and the air was thick with tension.

Since we fought ,he had never spoken to me and I have never seen him like this before— a cold storm locked in his own world.

Something was bothering him, I know but as usual he hates showing his emotions and someone will have to pay for his icy attitude soon enough.

He collided with someone just as I was about to turn away.

Merida.

The tray she had been holding crashed to the floor, the sound of glass shattering against...