Lucien
Lucien could hear the occasional slam of a door when tempers flared beyond whispers, as he walked through the hall.
Rhea sat on the low stone wall beside the stables. Her knees were drawn up, her silver hair catching what little light there was. She didn’t look at him when he approached, though he knew she sensed him. His wolf certainly sensed her, as it eased the moment her scent reached him. The tension in his chest loosened despite himself.
He stopped a few paces away. “You should be resting.”
Rhea traced a finger over the stone beside her. “Resting isn’t easy when the whole fortress thinks you are a curse.”
Lucien moved closer. He leaned against the wall beside her, crossing his arms. “They think a lot of things. Most of them are wrong.”
Her lips curved faintly. “And what
