Lucian's POV
Bloodbath
I let out a sigh as the woman responsible for his injuries groans in frustration. I haven’t even touched the man. It was all Freya and her psychotic friends.
She mumbles something along the lines of, “What a great morning,” before walking to the table and putting the knife back in place. She looks at every weapon laid before her when Seraphina suggests she take the torch, to which she nods.
Freya turns it on and stares at the flame in awe, an evil smile creeping across her face. She walks to Bloodaxe and holds the fire to one of his cuts. He instantly wakes up in pain and lets out a small shout.
“I love fire. You want to know why?” Freya asks.
Bloodaxe shakes his head, but she still continues. “It makes me warm. It’s my light, the one I need when all the elec
