Lucas' P.O.V. "What happened to your face?" I asked a little too aggressively. It was clear someone had stricken her. I know that mark, I've seen it a few too many times on mom's face. My beautiful Rose had been hurt while I was gone, and I'll make whoever it was pay. That mark on her cheek tugged at my heart in the worst ways. "It's nothing," she said, trying to blow it off. "Olive, tell me what happened." This was serious, and the fact she didn't want to tell me, only made me wonder more. "I hate when you use my name like that," she sighed. "It always gets to me." "Does that mean you'll tell me, Olive?" "Sit down, I'll tell you." She gestured to the couch for me to sit on. Her voice deflated, leaving behind whatever stubbornness she had. I liked that my using her name had such an effect on her. I sat on the couch, grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto my lap as she walked by me. I had her straddle me, so that I could look into those eyes as she told me who hurt her like thi
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