Levi had never seen Lucian this way before. It wasn’t the quiet frustration that usually lingered in Lucian’s gaze when he disagreed. No, this was something different—sharp, almost like a sudden storm that had come without warning. "You don’t get it, do you, Levi?" Lucian’s voice was low, but it crackled with an edge that made Levi flinch. His chest tightened, his words caught in his throat as he stared at his friend, the person he’d always relied on to stay calm, to be the steady one.
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