Lucian
“Where are you going?” Mara’s voice caught me mid-stride as I headed for the door. She fell into step beside me without hesitation, her presence both grounding and pressing for answers.
Ahead of us, Darian passed with Lacy and Martha in tow. At the fork, Martha veered off, while Darian continued toward the building’s exit, leading Lacy toward her fate, prison. I expected Martha to follow, but she didn’t. She wasn’t going to my father’s room either, which was… considerate, I suppose. I wouldn’t want to be in the same room as him right now.
He needed an outlet to burn through his fury, but I doubted he’d ever lay a hand on Martha again. Not with her being Alaric’s wife.
“Where are you going?” Mara asked again, softer this time, but more insistent. I met her eyes and knew I couldn’
