LYRA
It was as if the moon goddess was on our side as we saw no guards in the hallway. When we arrived Lucien's room, the door was locked from the inside.
“Luc!” Cassien called hurriedly, only to be greeted with soft whimpers that could easily be overlooked.
“Lucien,” He called again and the whimpers stopped as if the person just heard his name being called.
“What are you doing?” The sound of glass breaking echoed over the silent hall and Cassien rolled his eyes. “This is it,” He muttered and threw his weight over the door, forcing it open.
“What the hell,” I murmured as we walked in. Empty bottles of drinks littered the floor. The marble floor was decorated with drops of blood and Lucien was no where to found.
“Lucien,” I yelled, pushing the bathroom door open.
“He's not in
