Chapter 39: The Lycan's Confession
(Elena POV)
The alarm horn shook the Citadel so much that dust fell from the high stone arches. Every instinct told me I was in danger, but another feeling was stronger: hot, painful, almost electric.
The mark on my wrist hurt again.
Not warm.
Not tingling.
Burning.
I could tell Lucian felt it too because he stiffened, clenched his jaw, and his eyes flashed molten gold. But he didn't look at the door, the guard, or even Damian.
It came right to me.
"Elena," he said in a voice that only I could hear. "Stay close."
Damian got angry. "She's coming with me." I can keep you safe—
"No," Lucian growled, not even looking at him. "You can't."
His voice made everyone in the room stop.
The guard even thought about it.
Because Lucian didn't mean in a p
