Serena took leisurely steps back toward Lucian, her bare feet silent against the cold tiles, stopping right beside him. She lifted her hand as if she wanted to touch the wound again, her fingers hovering just inches from his skin, and just as she anticipated, Lucian moved his shoulder away from her reach, his muscles tensing up.
Lucian didn't understand. She clearly heard him say she shouldn't touch him, and she was already leaving, the sway of her hips almost taunting, only to return and try to touch him again. Did she have a screw loose in her head?
Seeing how he had moved his shoulder away from her reach, Serena poked his forearm instead, the contact hard and deliberate, then she dropped her hand.
She put on a serious expression after that, observing him as if she was looking for something, her gaze sharp enough to carve secrets from stone. When a few moments passed, she frowned, her lips pressing into a thin line.
