Ravena's POV
I was about to say yes, to brush it off, but then his eyes dropped to my wrist.
The skin was red where Lucien had gripped it. Angry marks were already forming, darkening into bruises that would last for days.
Evander's expression changed immediately. The softness vanished, replaced by something cold and dangerous.
"He did that?" Evander asked, his voice eerily calm.
I hesitated, then nodded. "It is nothing."
"It is not nothing," he said quietly, his eyes still fixed on my wrist. Then he turned back to Lucien, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop. "You laid hands on a General. On my General. Do you understand what that means?"
Lucien's face paled. "Your Highness, I did not mean..."
"You did not mean to what?" Evander interrupted, stepping closer. "You did not m
