Then he turned slowly, his gaze sweeping across the bodies at his feet, the mother writhing in agony, the son choking on blood, the father gasping for his last breath.
“I will not kill all of you,” Lucien said, his voice steady, deep, and clear as stone scraping steel. “Not because I lack the strength. Not because you don’t deserve it. But because, somehow, for some twisted reason, you all share blood with Sera.”
His eyes narrowed.
“And that… is the only thing that saves you tonight.”
He paused and stepped forward, the floor trembling under each footfall.
“But hear me now, every single one of you. Let this be the last time you step foot on my land. Let this be the last time you breathe my air. Let this be the last time your shadow dares to fall within reach of what belongs to me.”
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