Lucien’s boots moved through the blood-soaked earth, but it wasn’t the corpses that made him pause.
It was the sound.
Or rather, the lack of it. No birds. No wind. No sobs. Just breath.
Staggered, shallow, broken breath coming from the corner.That’s where he saw them curled into one another like animals who didn’t know how to be human anymore.
Their skin was smeared with dirt and blood and streaks of dried semen.
Bite marks lined their shoulders, thighs, and t**s. Bruises bloomed over every inch of soft flesh. One girl’s hair was matted with what looked like vomit. Another couldn’t even lift her head.
Lucien stopped three paces from them. His presence was a wall, it was unmovable
The girls trembled harder.
He crouched, slowly, arms loose on his knees, eyes burning gold in the sh
