Lucian's POV
I walked in a fast circle around the bedroom floor. My hands were deep in my hair. My chest moved up and down with every breath. Heavy fear pressed on my ribs.
Alina sat quietly on the edge of the chaise. She watched me. "Lucian, why are you so stressed? It is just your wedding."
I stopped suddenly. I looked at her with big, scared eyes. "I don't want to do this, Alina! Look at me. I can't do this. What if I disappear for a few days? I can pack a bag right now. I do not want to marry Ilya."
A soft look came on her face. She stood up and walked to me. She put her warm hands on my cheeks. She made me look into her eyes.
"You will not marry her," she said in a strong voice. "I will never let that happen, Lucian. You only need to get ready for the wedding tomorrow. That is all."
I swallowed hard. I leaned into her touch. "Can you tell me what you are planning? Just a small hint?"
