"Oh. I'm sorry."
I looked up and shook my head.
"I don't mind. It's been a long time."
"You're a tough woman, Elizabeth," he said and smiled at me sweetly.
I stared at his face. If the basis is physical, Lucian and him have many things in common. The aristocratic nose, the set of infinite dark eyes that screams both calmness and hostility, the prominent jaw that is marked with authority and male dominance. There is no denying that they are blood relatives.
Weston chuckled. I was dazed.
"Don't stare too much. You might fall for me. I'm not for you, though."
Huh?
"Uh, you're wrong ..."
He only chuckled.
I just looked out the window and looked at everyone who passed by. It's afternoon. The sky is already orange, darkness and light are taking over, a sign of the approaching sunset and reign of darkness.