“You’re lying,” she whispered finally, forcing the words past the tightness in her throat.
Lucien’s eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction. “Am I? Then go. Ask him. Or better yet, find out for yourself. See what happened to the ninety-nine before you. If you’re so sure of your place in his world, then you’ll have nothing to fear from the truth.”
Her skin went cold. She wanted to yell at him, to deny him, but his words sank into her mind like a thorn. She had trusted Killian, had believed in him when no one else would. And now was Lucien, planting seeds of uncertainty that she could not deny.
"Why are you saying this?" she asked finally, her voice shaking.
Lucien laughed, a dry, mocking sound. "Because you must know before it is too late. Or perhaps," he added, his smile twisting cruelly
