Sansa's POV
"Sorry, my prince," I said with a nervous laugh. Trying to sound formal and act oblivious. "But I have to rush to get an order quickly—" I added, already moving.
"Sansa, if you take another step forward—"
The warning in his voice made me halt mid-step.
Heat rushed through me. Anxiety followed right after, settling heavily in my chest.
I wasn't ready to face him. Not yet.
And that scared me… because I knew what would come next if I did, given who Lucien was.
"I'm sorry, but I have to—"
He grabbed my wrist just then and pulled me back into him.
A small gasp left me as my body collided with his. I barely steadied myself before the tray in my hand tilted dangerously. For a second, I thought it would fall.
But Lucien caught it, his grip firm, then dropped it carelessly on one of the raised platforms beside him without making sure it was properly balanced.
