Arielle’s POV
Lucien didn’t say a word when he stepped inside. He only pulled his hood lower until the door shut behind him.
I moved closer, slipping the coat from his shoulders. .
“How did it go?” I asked, hanging the coat neatly over the chair.
His jaw flexed, the small cut at his lip catching the firelight. Probably ran into a fight.
“Everything’s safe now,” he said. “Killian thinks Marcellus and I are split. He’ll take the bait. By the time the dam reopens, they’ll believe I’ve betrayed him.”
I crossed my arms, studying him. “So the Alpha swallowed it?”
The corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile. “Killian’s temper did the rest. He saw what I wanted him to see.”
The fire kept burning behind us. I thought of Marcellus, pride rotting in a sick body. His men whispered a
