Lucian
I scooped Mara into my arms, holding her close. Her breathing was soft and steady, her skin warm against mine. She was still fast asleep.
I needed her in our space. Away from the tension. Away from them.
The emotions in the room were running too high, Darian was seething, Martha was unraveling, Tiffany looked like she was holding her breath. And at the center of it all, two names sat like poison in the air: Lacy and Denis.
“I’m going to execute that b***h,” Darian snapped.
Tiffany flinched.
I didn’t hesitate. I linked him immediately. Calm down. Not here. Not in front of her.
He didn’t answer, but he heard me.
“I’m sure she has her reasons,” I said aloud, steady but firm. “And I doubt your mother would want her dead. She’s been hurt enough.”
Darian glanced at me, eyes sharp
