ELENA'S POV
Nobody moved. Even the cabin seemed to hold its breath.
Lucian stood just inside the doorway with his hand pressed against his chest and his eyes burning gold and his face doing something I had never seen it do in two years of living under his roof.
Showing pain he no longer knew how to hide.
Not the controlled, performative kind. The real kind
The kind that came from somewhere no amount of control could reach.
Seraphine stepped forward.
"That's far enough," she said. Her voice was completely level and her hand was on her blade and she meant every syllable of it.
Lucian's gold eyes moved to her. Something crossed his face that might have been recognition. "Seraphine of the Nightshade guard."
"The same," she said. "And you'll stay exactly where you are until she tells y
