Chapter 4

Those words were like daggers forged in ice, stabbing right into Lucas's heart with surgical precision.

The color drained completely from his face. His lips moved, but no sound came out. Those once-bright, flirtatious eyes were now just hollow shells, fixed on me like he was searching for any sign that I was lying.

But he found nothing.

All he saw was just pure, icy indifference.

He swayed, then suddenly grabbed the cold wall beside him, barely keeping himself upright. His chest heaved violently, like a fish thrown onto dry land, mouth opening and closing, desperate and helpless for air.