Lucien’s POV
The entire restaurant was staring, but I didn't give a single damn about the crowd. Let them watch. Let them film. My hand was clamping down on Jason's wrist like a vise, the bones in his arm practically shifting under the pressure of my grip. He was glaring at me with these bloodshot, pathetic eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to pull away from me, but he was completely trapped. He was weak, fueled by nothing but cheap liquor and a bruised ego, and it disgusted me that this was the man Lila had spent years crying over.
I stepped a inch closer, crowding him until he was forced to lean back against the edge of our booth. I leaned in close, my voice dropping into a lethal, quiet whisper that only he could hear over the low murmur of the shocked diners.
"If you don't turn ar
