Chapter 12

12 A Lonely Night

Mara

I wandered to the corner, searching for something simple. Something I could breathe in. That’s when I found it-an oversized, faded black T-shirt, tucked in like someone had forgotten it. It smelled like cinnamon.

Lucian.

He hadn’t meant for it to be left there. But it was.

The front door closed in the distance.

He was gone.