Chapter 94: LUCIAN.
Elara’s POV
“Lucian… let her go.”
The command cut through the haze, silk, sharp, cool, and a bit pissed. I didn’t need to turn. I recognized the voice the moment it snarled out my salvation...or my damnation.
Liam.
Lucian’s fangs, already brushing far too close to the delicate skin of my neck, froze mid-glide. The dangerous prick of them pulled back, just a fraction, as he let out a sound that was half a snarl, half a groan. His lips brushed my skin before retreating. The heat of him didn’t vanish though, not yet. He exhaled slowly, annoyed.
“Seriously, why do you always have to come now, Liam?” Lucian asked, voice low and seething with hunger, lust, and the kind of irritation that came from being caught in the middle of something delicious.
I took the brief mom
