Lucien's POV
Dawn hasn’t closed in yet, but I find myself thinking about what happened last night, my rejection of Aria and the rogues’ attack. These events keep replaying in my mind as I try to clear my head by slamming my clenched fist into the sandbag suspended on a support in midair.
My breathing grows heavier as I deliver more punches to the bag. The thought of the rogues engulfs my mind. I need to do something, and fast. They don’t seem like an easy target; there’s much more to them than meets the eye. With every second I spend thinking about our encounter, my suspicion grows stronger.
I slam my fist into the sandbag one more time, and it dislodges from its support. Unbothered by the bag lying on the ground, I peel off my gloves and drown in a bottle of water. Just then, the exi
