Chapter 297: The Price He Actually Wanted
Lyria's POV
I stared at him for a long moment, his words settling over me like a weight I could not quite lift. The moonlight caught the edges of his face, softening his features, and I found myself searching his expression for any sign of mockery. The lake lapped gently against the shore behind him, and the night air was cool against my skin.
"B-but you just told me s-some minutes ago that I w-would pay you for the p-pencils," I argued.
Lucian nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I did," he said. "But I only said that so that I could get something in return. More time with you. Or perhaps to get you to speak with me like we are currently doing, or to have something of yours that you would give me—like a drawing."
I just stared at him.
Surely this wasn't real.
