Allison's POV
Lucian stood there, hands in his pockets, wearing that maddeningly calm expression, as if he had merely been strolling past a crime scene.
His eyebrow arched meaningfully while his gaze swept over me, taking in my disheveled state: sweat-slicked hair plastered to my cheeks, breath shallow and uneven, and the blush-pink hem of my dress stained with grime.
Before I could speak, he reached for my hand and pulled me into motion.
"What are you—"I started, bewildered as he dragged me forward.
"Xavier's coming,"he said simply.
I accelerated so suddenly that Lucian almost lost his grip on my hand.
"Coward,"he chuckled, quickly matching my pace as we fled together.
Lucian didn't lead us to the main entrance. He turned sharply toward a side door near the edge
