LUCY Iāve always held my own. Iām determined. Iām happy. Iām strong. But not right nowāright now Iām weak, pathetic. I screwed up. I screwed up in a way I canāt fix. I destroyed someone. I stomped on a heart. I broke the one rule all women should live by. Thereās no coming back from it. Yet, I canāt seem to find the strength to stop. Nicolaiāthat 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 canāt seem to stop. I try and forget how his hands felt against my skin, how his lips felt on mine, how his body movedāGod, his body. Iām 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 itās true. And I donāt have time for drama. Iāll stick to friends. Lucyās my friendāmy best friend, if Iām being honest. Sheās strong. Sheās determined. She kind of holds my pieces together, and I, hersāin the most non-romantic way I can think of. Sheās like a sister. No, scratch thatāsheās the kind of woman who could run a country, hold a family together. Thatās the kind of person she is: the lady of the house. Yep, thatās our Lucy: Knights Lady.