Lucian’s POV
Dinner sat untouched before me, the silver platters steaming, the scent of roasted meat filling the royal dining room. I wasn’t hungry. Rage had a way of hollowing me out, leaving nothing but venom. My jaw clenched as I stared at the firelight flickering against the marble walls, each flicker reminding me of Phantom’s words: She’s mine. And to be clear, I don’t give a damn on whether or not you live.
The doors opened, and Lomi stepped inside. My twin. My mirror. My betrayer.
“Luc,” she said softly, her voice carrying across the cavernous room. “Are you really never talking to me again? I’m your sister—your twin. And you know I just wanted to help. Besides, if I hadn’t turned her into an Intercrossed, Canum would’ve just killed her anyway.”
My head snapped up, fury ign
