Ravenna's POV
The air in the safe lounge still carried the scent of fear and the bitter echo of Lucien's voice, sharp and venomous as he had lashed out at the security team. He was justified, of course, seeing the level of chaos that had been created on their watch.
My legs still throbbed mercilessly where the reporters' cameras had struck me, even though I had been seated for a while. I used my phone's light to see the damage done to my legs. There were flowering bruises beneath my ruined white gown, which was now stained with spots of black marks. I looked like a Dalmatian puppy.
My skin still burned, and every muscle screamed for relief the minute I had collapsed into the nearest chair.
Sebastian was pacing the carpet so fast that he could just as well be burning a hole in
