LUCIEN
The night was too quiet. The palace corridors echoed with the soft hum of torches, but every step I took felt heavier than the last. I had left Evelara’s chambers minutes ago, yet her presence clung to me like the heat I couldn’t shake off.
Her defiance still burned behind my eyelids — the sharp lift of her chin in the court, the tremor she tried to hide when I touched her wrist. She had stood there before the council, refusing to bow.
She was reckless, brave, and infuriating.
‘And bloody breathtaking!’ My Lycan groaned within. He hadn’t been silent since then, the moment our eyes landed on her in the evening.
Well, he wasn't wrong. For the first time I was mesmerised by a woman and her beauty, but more than that how she held herself.
‘You should have kept her cl
