Elara’s POV
The single letter ‘K’ added to the letter on Lucian’s phone screen felt more harmful than all of the threats listed out by Marek. It wasn’t an attack; it was a ghost tapping on a window. A gentle reminder of what is to come.
“Who is K Lucian…?” I asked, my voice sounding croaked like I had swallowed down the wrong hole, heavy silence descended in the hotel’s service hallway.
Lucian’s face immediately got so tight and hard, a perfect mask of control, but his eyes… his eyes were just a complete storm of memory and dread. He shoved the phone away like it was heating and hurting his palm at the same time. “Someone who deserves to be dead. He really should have been dead before now”
He didn’t go further with any explanations. He just started walking ahead of us, his long strid
