Lucian's POV
Heat up
“Freya, have you really thought this through? What if he tries anything? He could harm Lyra,” Isolde accuses sharply, her eyes narrowing as if she’s already imagining the worst possible outcome.
I lean back against the plush couch, biting back the urge to roll my eyes at her overblown concerns. After we entered the house, Freya had sent little Lyra to her room, and now we’re sitting in her spacious office, the tension thick in the air. The space is all dark wood, leather, and heavy bookshelves, with the faint scent of lavender lingering. Freya is beside me, her fingers idly tracing patterns on her arm, while Thorn and Isolde sit across from us, both looking at me as if I’m a ticking bomb.
It’s like they’re discussing me, not with me, as if I’m some sort of dangero
