[Lucien]
It was strange.
My wife, Fenrick, their behaviour, our interactions. It almost felt… out of place.
From the backstory Fenrick told me in regards to my marriage, it had been a secret.
Was I some sort of coward who couldn’t own up to the woman I had wedded? Or was I embarrassed by her for some reason?
I didn’t care whether my father was a god, demon—or both. His obsession with power had nothing to do with the woman I’d claimed. If I said Violet was mine, then she was mine. He could bark and claw all he liked—he’d have to kill me to break us apart. And I wouldn’t die alone. I’d drag every last one of them down with me.
Secondly, Violet acted as though so many things—even information was new to her. She didn’t know the layout of the house. I’d seen her stop at hallways like th
