[Violet]
I froze on the sidewalk, half a block from the house.
Lucien stood on the front porch, back straight, hand curled into a tight fist at his side. He knocked and just as I opened my mouth to call out to him, the door swung open.
Alarich.
He filled the doorway with that effortless calm, his expression unreadable.
But Lucien didn't hesitate.
The second his brother was in full view, his head snapped up—and something in him switched. Then he lunged.
I gasped, rushing towards them. "Lucien—!"
Lucien grabbed Alarich by the shirt, shoving him back with such force that the hinges of the door creaked. They disappeared inside and the door slammed shut with a thud.
Inside, I heard the scuffle: heavy bodies colliding, a low snarl, a grunt of pain. A wooden chair shattered against somet
