LUCIUS’ POV:
My voice had vanished after I screamed.
I fell to my knees, trying to crawl towards the now gurgling corpse of my father as he choked on his own blood.
His eyes had rolled backwards before I could even move my knees to where he laid.
Lifeless.
Worthless, like a ragdoll out on a playdate.
My eyes stung from tears that refused to spill. I looked up at Ariadne, trying to make sense if she knew about this.
Already, I knew my answer before my eyes met that blank stare, the one she gave whenever she knew exactly what she did.
The one she was giving now.
The one that made it clear to me that it was a planned effort and that her father had probably done this a thousand times.
I watched as Damon touched his lifeless body, his own shaking as he let out a devastating roar.
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