Bab 255: My sweet sweet sweet Lucy!

But the vision of an angry Marcus Norwell did not linger in her head any longer as her thoughts drifted off to a certain someone.

Set of firm jaws. Strong arms that held her tightly as he carried her out of the forest. Eyes that bore holes into her when he talked to her. Deep blue eyes.

After Esme lost her memories, the woman kept obsessing over Aleister's eyes which she always dreamt of. She even painted it and shoved it on Luciana's face.

She went on about how it was not an ordinary blue. It was the kind of blue that reflected on the seashore when the first rays of morning sunshine grazed across it. Pale blue.

To Luciana, blue was blue. She used to stare at Esme like she was speaking in some language she could not understand. She did not know what was the need to obsess over some man or his eyes when you do not even remember him.

But now she understood it. She understood what her friend saw after she looked into Cardan's eyes up so closely.