LUCY I’ve always held my own. I’m determined. I’m happy. I’m strong. But not right now—right now I’m weak, pathetic. I screwed up. I screwed up in a way I can’t fix. I destroyed someone. I stomped on a heart. I broke the one rule all women should live by. There’s no coming back from it. Yet, I can’t seem to find the strength to stop. Nicolai—that name, it ruins me. I tried to stay away. I fought so hard. I knew what he was, who he was. I knew what he had done. But I can’t seem to stop. I try and forget how his hands felt against my skin, how his lips felt on mine, how his body moved—God, his body. I’m a terrible person, a terrible sister. But take me to hell if you must, so long as he comes with me. DAMON Get a girl, they say. Find a woman, Damon. Settle down. I have one thing to say to that: women equal drama. You know it’s true. And I don’t have time for drama. I’ll stick to friends. Lucy’s my friend—my best friend, if I’m being honest. She’s strong. She’s determined. She kind of holds my pieces together, and I, hers—in the most non-romantic way I can think of. She’s like a sister. No, scratch that—she’s the kind of woman who could run a country, hold a family together. That’s the kind of person she is: the lady of the house. Yep, that’s our Lucy: Knights Lady.