Forgive me, Lucien

To give her credit, Aiyana did not seem to be at all judgmental. Her black eyes, keen and alert, were fixed on my face as she listened. Then she sat back, crossing her legs elegantly as she said,

‘It’s true. ‘

I blinked and asked,

‘About…Yuri?’

She nodded, her eyes on my face.

I shuddered. I had once been kidnapped by one of Lucien’s greatest foes, a maniac called Dmitri Rudenko. He had displayed the same level of instability.

Aiyana nodded thoughtfully, tapping her thigh. I wondered belatedly if she was wearing her weapon; she was always armed and ready for any eventuality. Now she headed her own security service which worked for the big corporate houses.

But it was my feeling over how I had misjudged my husband that made me rise to my feet,

I rose shakily as Aiyana looked up.

‘I need to talk to Lucien,’ I said softly.

I had misjudged him and yelled at him before we went to Claude. Now I felt engulfed in remorse.

She nodded and I knew she wanted to say something but was in two minds