A shiver coursed down my spine before I had even turned. I knew that voice. I knew him.Lucian.I stiffened, my breath caught in my throat as the battlefield around me fell away. The clamour of crashing warriors, of Elias and Abbadon locked in a battle-roused rage, all receded into the background.Because he was here.In flowing black robes, the ancient power symbols embroidered across them, Lucian stood like a predator, unmoving. His dark hair was smooth, not a strand awry, and his face—sharp, elegant, and utterly devoid of warmth—was set in a look of cool amusement. But his eyes, as black as the void, held something much, much worse.Judgment."You should have come to me," he said, his voice oily, measured—like one who had already won. "It would have cost nothing."I experienced a weight in my chest. I attempted to keep a mask on my face, but the weight of his presence was overwhelming."I wasn't hiding," I managed to say, although every part of my body was screaming at me to run.A
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