LUCIEN
The car moved at its pace, the roads clearing as they saw my car arriving.
I sat in the back of the black Rolls Royce, my fingers pressed against the seam of the seat, my expression cold and distant as usual, pretending this trip was a matter of state. An inspection, a responsibility, or perhaps a sudden check-in after the southern rogue attack.
However, even to me those sounded as excuses, because since the beginning my heart was throbbing with her thoughts.
Evelara Stormrune, the woman who is becoming my discipline…
‘You are pathetic.’ Theron, my lycan, of course didn't buy my excuses even for a split second, snapped at me.
I didn’t say a thing, and ignored him.
I wasn’t going to admit to him, or to myself, or to the damned universe—that I was heading to the
