Chapter 165

ELORA'S POV Lucian has been locked in that room for almost an hour. And I'd been pacing back and forth like a restless ghost, not knowing what to do with my hands or my thoughts. I kept telling myself I shouldn't care. That whatever storm he was battling in there wasn't my responsibility anymore. But I can't just help but be bothered. Because who knew what Lucian Weston was capable of after nearly beating his friend to death. I stopped pacing and knocked. “Lucian.” “Get the fuck out of here, Aiden.” He yelled from inside. I winced. Poor Aiden. I tried again, my voice steadier than I felt. “Lucian, it's Elora.” I heard movement from the inside, quick and frantic, and in less than five seconds, the door swung open. He stood there with his shirt wrinkled, hair a mess, and jaw tight like he'd been grinding his teeth for an hour straight. But it was his eyes that undid me. He looks sad, and deeply hurt. My gaze dropped to his hands instinctively. They were swollen, bruised, and smeared with