Ravena's POV
"Stop with the riddles!" Lucien shouted. "Stop playing games with me! Just tell me what you mean by justice!"
I looked at him for a long moment, exhaustion settling over me like a heavy cloak. I was tired. Tired of explaining. Tired of defending myself. Very tired of him.
"I am done talking to you," I said quietly, turning away.
I started walking towards the tent entrance, needing distance. Needing air. Needing to be anywhere but here.
But before I could take more than three steps, Lucien moved. He was faster than I expected, blocking my path with his body.
"Move," I said, my voice cold.
"No," he said, his chest heaving. "Not until you tell me what is happening. Not until you explain yourself."
"I don't owe you explanations," I replied, meeting his gaze head on. "Now
