[Ava's POV]
He walked to the bar, poured three fingers of amber liquid into a crystal tumbler, his movements fluid and controlled once more, the mask of icy indifference firmly back in place.
"But remember, every kingdom has its shadows. And you, little hybrid," he said, pausing to look at me over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with sinister promise, "are dancing in mine."
He downed the drink in one smooth swallow, the crystal glass hitting the bar top with a definitive, final click. He looked at me again with hunger in his eyes.
I can see it now, clear as day: the dark, mocking curve of his mouth, the hint of sensual wickedness in his eyes. The way he stared at me with a predatory hunger. In that instant, Lucien's mind and his body, locked together in a brutal union, a fierce, anima
