/-Alora-/
Lucien's smirk seemed to hang in the air, a kind of threat, his words replaying in my head as we made our way back toward the Night Terrors' territory.
To lead the charge was a death sentence cloaked in pretty deceit. But a deal was a deal.
I had to keep them all alive, even if it killed me.
Randall walked beside me, silent but seething with anger. His body was coiled, his muscles tense.
The moonlight cut across his face in harsh lines, the anger dancing in his eyes. Since leaving Lucien's camp, he had not said a word, but I could feel the storm brewing inside him.
"I had no choice," I finally admitted, breaking the silence.
Sourly, he said, "You always have options," and looked away.
I stopped and spun, making him spin with me. "Really? What choice do I have, Randall?
