ELENA'S POV
Nobody moved for a moment.
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.
Not the controlled, performative kind. The real kind.
The kind that came from somewhere a person couldn't manage or contain no matter how much practice they had at managing and containing things.
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
