“I love you." He stabbed a thumb at his chest as he glared at her. Of course he did. Lucien had never hidden the fact. But the love of a friend, while comforting, was not enough anymore. It did not soothe the restless discomfort that pushed against her chest or quell the loneliness that seemed to grow within her each passing day.” LoveHeartFantasyLove YouLonelinessFriendRestlessGrowChestStabbedLove Of A FriendPassing DayQuellUnrequited Love Lonely Book:Shadowdance Source: Shadowdance