Chapter 87

Amelia stood there, the air thick with unspoken words, Lucius merely regarded her with an unreadable expression. His silence stretched, a void she struggled to fill with her growing unease. "Aren't you going to say anything?" she finally dared to break the stillness, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and longing. Lucius's eyes flickered briefly, an almost imperceptible shift, before he replied in a detached tone, "What is there to say?" His voice held a hollow quality, as if the emotions were carefully veiled behind an impenetrable barrier. Amelia's brow furrowed, concern etched on her features. "What happened in the last two days? You're shutting me out, Lucius. I can see it. I can feel it. Please, talk to me." He remained silent for a beat, the weight of his silence almost unbearable. "Nothing happened," he replied, his voice void of any emotion. "I took care of the threat to the Rebel wolves, Amelia. Nothing more." She couldn't help but feel the pang of hurt at his distant