FIFTY-NINE

Eden pov

Lucius sighed and tightened his hold around me. “How about we leave it for later, then? For when things aren’t as crazy as they are today and we return back home? Then, we can start working on a training plan and some self-defense lessons for you. If being too weak is what you truly fear, let me tell you one thing...”

He brought one of his hands to my chin and tilted my head so our eyes met. “You are far from weak, my love. Someone who was forced to crawl to hell and back is anything but weak. While you base your value and strength on who you are, you dismiss so many important details it’s a little sad. It gets worse when you put yourself down like this. Just because so many people mistreated and abused you in the past doesn’t mean you have to treat yourself the way they did. You are so much better than that.”

I couldn’t explain the things his words did to me. No one had ever seen me like Lucius did. He saw me for me, not the things I had been called.

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