Lucius looked unconscious. His head hung on his chest, while his legs scraped along the floor behind him uselessly. He was shirtless, which I would have appreciated under other circumstances, because it let me see his big, muscular body. But now, I wished I couldn’t see him at all, because his body was marred with scars and barely healed wounds everywhere, but especially on his chest. It looked like he had been tortured. He looked so bad that I wasn’t even sure he was still alive or not.
“Lucius!” I said, rising to my feet.
Ambrus raised a hand. “Ah, ah, Tara, I didn’t say you could leave the dinner table. It’s rude to leave your date for the first handsome man you see.”
Ambrus snapped his hands and I felt an invisible force shove me back down into my seat. Still, I looked over at Luciu
