Chapter 25
Juno
Everything that happened after Lucius walked in on me in the kitchen was dream-like. His licking my fingers, the kissing… of lips and elsewhere. When Elijah barged in with a gun, it was just as surreal as the rest—that is, until the gun went off.
As soon as the bang hits my ears, an overdose of adrenaline smashes sanity into my brain. Lucius staggers, grabbing his head, and to my horror, I see that it’s gushing blood as if it were its job.
Gasping, I rush toward him, as does Elijah, who’s managed to scramble to his feet despite sliding in the panna cotta a few times.
“Sir!” His British accent is extra thick. “I shot you!”
That was my initial fear as well, but with the clarity only possible when one is on the verge of a heart attack, I spot bits of broken glass around
