Diana's pov:
"Where are my children?"
Lucian's question caught me completely off guard. I couldn't reply, staring up at him with a blank look. His children? What children? He's asking about them now?
It's like the man in front of me was the Lucian from the pack those years ago. Cold and heartless. It seemed like the weekend hadn't happened at all. It seemed like the Lucian I had met at the coffeeshop was gone. In his place was the monster I was used to.
"Diana, I asked you a question," he said, his hands snugged in his pockets. The aura about him was cold and deadly. I felt every bone in my body screaming at me to obey him, to answer him, to go on my knees and do as he says. "Where are my children." He asked again, his voice cold.
"What children?" I asked, glaring at him. My voice ca
