Lucian's POV
The music echoed in the hall, but I couldn't hear anything. I held her in my hands. She had passed out.
“Saraphina,” I breathed.
I quickly carried her. Everyone turned to look—a king carrying a slave, but I didn’t care.
My heart raced as rage spread through my body. When my eyes fell to her wrist, I knew she had been drained.
And I knew exactly who was responsible.
But I had to get her out of here.
As I walked out of the hall, Veronica’s eyes landed on me. She looked startled.
It wasn’t guilt.
It was fear.
She knew.
She knew I’d figured it out.
I held Saraphina tighter, shielding her from their prying eyes as I stormed past. The guards at the entrance didn’t dare stop me. Whispers followed like shadows, but I didn’t spare them a glance. Let them talk. Let them ques
