Ravenna's POV
For some reason, it was a physical pressure, not the searing heat of anger, but the cold, analytical focus of a man whose mission was to dissect everyone with his eyes. He had been silent throughout the entire spectacle, not a muscle in his face having twitched.
"Did I go too far?" No. I removed that thought from my head. He needed to be removed. I did what was necessary and hopefully permanent.
I straightened my spine, refusing to bend under the immense gravity of his stare. I had fought a necessary battle, and I would not apologize for winning. And beautifully at that.
"Eyes forward, Lucien," I murmured, my voice returning to a low, smooth register. I moved smoothly to the back of his customized wheelchair, my hand resting on the polished metal to wheel him fo
