TRIPLETS’ POV:Sebastian, Lucien and Alexander
The hallway stretched long and silent before us as we moved toward our father’s chambers.
Our steps were steady, but the tension between us was anything but calm.
We had made a decision.
We were going to confront him.
Lucien insisted on it.
He had not fully believed Aria’s words, not without proof. He never trusted anything without seeing it for himself.
But something had shifted.
Something none of us could ignore.
The bond.
It had been restless since she left us.
Unsettled.
Agitated.
As if something was wrong.
We stopped in front of the door.
For a brief moment, none of us moved.
Then Lucien knocked.
Silence followed.
But not for long.
A sound broke through.
A muffled voice.
A struggle.
A soft scream that sent a sharp wav
