Seeing Lucian suddenly in the bar made my heart race, even as my limbs refused to move with shock.
This was a place for commoners. Why would he ever come here? And why did he look so furious?
Typically, Lucian was the perfect picture of calm. Ever the gentleman, he was polite and reserved, always keeping his true emotions masked behind a cool façade.
Yet here, now, I’d never seen him so angry. His face was twisted with rage, and his hands curled like they might shift into werewolf claws at any moment.
In his expensive suit and tie, he was entirely out of place in this hole-in-the-wall bar.
He looked more like he was soon to attend a gala at a high rise downtown, not traipsing about in a dimly-lit smoke-filled corner bar under an apartment building.
His subordinates were also out of
