Chapter 115 The Trap

• AMELIA
• From the corner of my eye, I glanced at my husband, who was poking at his breakfast absentmindedly. Pursing my lips, I refocused my gaze on my daughter, who was awaiting her next spoonful of food with an open mouth. A smile tugged at my lips when she closed her eyes, sucking on the food now in her mouth.
• Once more, my gaze lingered on Lucien, my concern for him growing when I saw that he was staring off into space with a deep frown between his brows.