Lucien’s POV"Get the hell off me!"I slammed my back against the shattered pillar as I staggered through the yard, shoving Adrian’s hands away so hard he staggered back two paces into the mud."Lucien? You all, stand down!" Uncle Owen yelled, as he noticed it was me was standing there. He stepped in front of me, holding up a glass vial filled with a glowing blue tonic. "Your blood is boiling hot, Lucien! If you don't swallow this sedative right now. You need the strength we wouldn't want you heart to burst before midnight!"I let out a laugh, now he wanted me alive to fight off the ambush? It was funny how this wanted me dead a few moments ago. He definitely deserved the best uncle award of the year. "Touch me again, Owen, and I'll tear your arm from your shoulder," I snarled, my teeth grinding together so hard my jaw throbbed. I remember that the high priest had come and told me to too do anything that stress me else the curse marks would never fade, but after I had that Julian took
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