Cyrus POV.
The Lucian reaches his arm out for his charge to take as I pace back in fourth in attempt to calm myself down.
My vision is now bleeding fifty shades of red. Fifty f*****g shades.
To say that I’m pissed would be an understatement. I’m beyond infuriated.
“What did you just say to me,” hisses my more demonic side. We couldn’t have possibly heard the Lucian correctly. That’s it.
I must have imagined what he said.... I can’t even repeat those foul words that just came out of his mouth, nor could I even begin to process that bullshit.
“Answer me,” I roar so loudly. The concrete floor underneath me feels like it’s shaking. Yup, I’m losing it.
The Lucian eyes now host a wicked glint of pure amusement. The little f**k know’s that he has hit a nerve. He better tread lightly or s**
