Lucian's POV
“Leave,” her voice, as cold as ice, sent a shiver down my spine, permeating every fibre of my being and bringing me to my knees.
I tried to beg, locking eyes with her, desperately hoping for a spark of mercy. Her eyes, once windows to her soul, now appeared vacant, devoid of any emotion.
I am at a loss as to what she thinks or feels this time.
Eventually, I respected her wish and walked away, but I knew deep down that I would return. I would grant her the time she needed, although not too long. Cercei, patience has never been my forte.
Gritting my teeth, I exited the café.
“Lucian, wait,” Vienna called me from behind, struggling to keep pace in her heels. I just ignored her.
I retrieved my phone from my pocket and dialed one of my trusted commanders.
“Join me in alley
