ELENA'S POV
Isabella moved before any of us were ready for it.
Not slowly. Not with warning. One moment seated in the chair with that wrong smile on her face, the next crossing the room at full vampire speed with her hands extended and her flat red eyes locked on Lucian with the particular focused intensity of something that had been given a target and a directive and nothing else.
Lucian didn't move.
Not because he couldn't. Because he wouldn't.
He stood there and let his turned, mind-controlled sister come at him and the only thing he did was angle his body so that when she hit him the impact drove him back rather than through him, absorbing it, keeping his hands at his sides.
She drove him into the wall.
Her hands went to his throat.
"Isabella," he said. Through the pressure of
