Snowflakes fell lazily around the clearing in the Whievale, the crimson-soaked earth crunched under Lucien’s weight as he stood over Marcus.
The metallic scent of blood filled the air, thick and heavy. His stance was steady and his presence towering.
But at this moment though, Lucien paused, his breathing stopped as he furrowed his brows and slightly shifted back.
Marcus knelt in the snow. He was breathing fast, his gaze filled with fear as his eyes flickered across the clearing. Even still beaten and crippled, he was looking for a way out.
Lucien could tell what Marcus was thinking, but he didn’t care, his gaze sharpened like a weaver's blade. “Repeat what you just said, Raven.” he growled,
Marcus' lips twitched as he looked up at Lucien with feigned defiance in his eyes. He hel
