Lucian’s POV
My eyes narrowed. “Tread carefully.”
“The goddess has given a sinner… a mate,” the woman said softly.
I was on my feet before I realized it.
“I’m not a sinner,” I growled. “Don’t call me that.”
They laughed again. It didn’t sound like joy. It sounded like mourning. “We know everything,” the man on the left rasped. “You killed for silence. You buried your truth.”
“You burned what was sacred,” said the one on the right.
“You built a pack on ashes,” said the woman in the middle.
“Leave me alone!” I growled, pointing at them.
“You came here yourself,” the woman whispered.
“You always come back, no matter how much you want to forget.”
“You open the door.”
“You walk the passage.”
“You sit in the chair.”
“And then you came here yourself.” They all grinned now, sharp te
