Lucien's POV
I followed Lila straight back to her room after the fight, my shoes clicking hard against the polished floorboards of her wing. She moved like a storm — shoulders rigid, fists clenched at her sides — completely ignoring the fact that I was right on her heels the entire way. The moment she crossed the threshold, I stepped in behind her and shut the door, sliding the deadbolt into place with a firm click.
We needed to talk about why she'd been this on edge. The tension in this house had been building for weeks, and I wasn't about to let her spiral without getting to the bottom of it. I'd built an empire by knowing exactly what came next in any room I walked into. This one, I hadn't figured out yet, and it was starting to bother me more than I wanted to admit.
She didn't ackno
