[Elara's POV]
We stood under the porch, silence echoing between us. The heavy storm had washed away, turning into drizzling rain. As the cold winds brushed on my skin, almsot causing me to freeze up.
The weight of his question still remained, the word lurking in my mind— "Lucian." The name that always left me trembling, haunted by it several times.
Kieran didn't pester further, didn't speak, nor pushed for answers. Yet, I could feel the questions hanging between us. He didn't have to say it, but I knew he was hoping for an answer.
Could I give him one, tell him the truth about me? What would happen then? What would be his reaction, that I was Lucian's mate after all and had been hunted by him for a while now? Is there really somebody who would be able to understand me? Would he?
