Chapter 15
Leah's POV
"Ah, that sucker," Lucian whispered to my ear as he saw Lucas in the crowd. "Keep walking, Leah. Don't be afraid. I'm with you."
"I'm not afraid, brother. The only one who's supposed to be afraid now is him," I replied.
As I looked at Lucas, I couldn't help but notice his handsome features which were now etched with sadness. His once vibrant, piercing blue eyes had lost their sparkle and now appeared as though they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. The creases around his eyes had deepened as if each passing day had taken a toll on his soul.
"That's a man who has lost his sense of purpose," Lucian said with hatred in his eyes.
"He's just a man who has lost his wife," I whispered. "Lucian, please, let's just walk away..."
But it was too late. Lucas had already seen me. He looked surprised to see me holding Lucian's arm.
"What are you looking at, Farrow?" Lucian asked. Then, he commanded in a cold voice. "Come forward."