Well, what did she think I had followed her to the room for? To talk? Well, that was for sure. But there was something else.
I didn't even need to tell her. Couldn't she see the desire in my eyes? I hoped it was boiling even.
"I think I am falling in love with you, Clara," I blurted out.
She looked shocked to hear me say such a thing. Well, she would be. After all, she used to be my slave and there had been nothing between the both of us. No strings attached.
I was the master and she served me. But it was different. She was different. And I was different as well.
Didn't that matter? It should.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked.
I sighed. "You aren't a child, Clara. So you should know what I mean by that statement. When a man says he loves you? Isn't it that simple?"
"Love is a very complicated thing, Lucas. But it is even more complicated to hear you say that to me. Why would you?"
"And why wouldn't I? I mean it."
"You cannot mean it, Lucas," Clara said to me.
