Lucian
I felt her break.
Not physically.
Something deeper. Quieter. Like the soft snap of a branch under snow-barely audible, but permanent.
Ronan’s growl exploded in my skull. She’s hurt. Not bleeding-but shaken. He was there. That bastard touched what’s ours.
My fingers dug into the armrest of the chair, wood cracking beneath my grip. I stood without a word and left the war room, Idris already moving to follow.
“She bit him,” he said as we crossed the training grounds.”
“What?”
“Daniel,” Idris clarified. “He staged a fake injury to distract her. Cornered her. Lena said Amara lost control and bit him. Drew blood.”
My pulse spiked.
Not because I was angry at her.
Because I hadn’t gotten there first.
Because Daniel was still breathing.
Because I'd let restraint ove
