Lucan’s gaze hardened again, and before I could blink, his hand was on my throat, his body pinning me hard against the cold stone wall. My breath caught in a sharp gasp as his grip tightened, stealing the air from my lungs. “I won’t let you be consumed by memories of Eryx,” he growled, his voice low and deadly as his eyes burned into me. “Not when I can still shape you into what you’re meant to become.” My throat was throbbing and my voice shook with fear, but I still asked him the question troubling my mind. “Who am I meant to become? Her? Lucan locked eyes with me after that word. “Who’s this girl you all keep mistaking me for?” I demanded, my voice firmer than I expected. His eyes narrowed, calculating, like he was measuring how much I truly knew or how much he was willing to tell me. “You are meant to become more than Eryx’s Blood slave,” he said at last, “That’s why the Circle had to remove him from your life. You’re not his prey. You’re not a toy.” A memory flickered a
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