Chapter 21: The Healer's Gift
(Grace’s POV)
Sitting in Lucian's private study, I felt uneasy. It wasn’t because of the luxurious room with its towering bookcases and the faint scent of cedar and rain, but because I knew there was more to Lucian’s calm ever since the sword auction. His stillness at Blake’s smugness had been baffling. Now, the pieces finally started falling into place.
I couldn't hold my question back any longer. "You knew it was fake all along, didn’t you?" My voice trembled slightly as I squinted at him, trying to read his expression.
Lucian chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. His eyes, sharp and green, radiated confidence. "What gave it away?"
"You," I admitted, crossing my arms as I studied him closer. "That smirk you had when Blake bought it. You never
