Marked by Lucian

He..

It’s exactly 6 AM. I arrive in front of his house. The house is surprisingly big for someone who lives alone. I rang the bell and the door opened. I stepped inside. He stood before me. His morning voice spoke:

“Right on time.”

He handed me a paper with the tasks I needed to do and turned to leave without another word.

I looked at him and asked firmly,

“Can I at least know your name?”

He stopped and glanced at me over his shoulder.

“Lucian… Lucian Voclain.”

Then he left. I stood there staring at him. He already had a suit on this early in the morning. I started doing the tasks he gave me. Hours passed while I cleaned his house, and he didn’t leave his office.

*Lucian's perspective*

I sit in my office, looking out the window, smiling. I know my revenge will be sweet. Using Elara to get to her damned brother. Memories flood in. When I was a teenager, I came home from school and found her brother standing with a knife beside the dead bodies of my parents. I was only 17. Now, 12 years later, I will finally get revenge.

“Elara…”

I whispered. So gentle, yet fierce. Shame I’m only going to use her.