The shape in the doorway was taller than Garrick, and moved with none of his careless swagger. Amara knew him before the light caught his face.
Silver eyes. Calm, unhurried menace.
“We meet again,” Lucian said, tilting his head as though genuinely pleased. “You put up quite a show at the shelter. I’ve been looking forward to a proper conversation ever since.”
Her stomach dropped, but she kept her spine straight, refusing to give him the satisfaction of watching her flinch.
“You,” she said. “You’re the one who called off the attack.”
“I’m the one who decided the attack had already given us what we needed.” He stepped further into the room, glancing at the broken cuff still dangling from the wall bracket, one eyebrow lifting with something close to approval. “Resourceful. I expected tha
