Novel & Cerita Lucille From A Monster In Paris

"Sorry for me? Do not dare offer me your pity. Pity is a poison, and I have never touched it. Those memories were the forge that hammered me into who I am today. Strong. Unbreakable. Whatever you see in there, it is not a reason for empathy. It is the reason I survived. Stay out of my head." Lior rose to his feet, his own strength flaring in response to Aziel’s aggression. "They didn't just make you strong, Aziel. They made you a monster. I saw her—the girl, the first false mate. She was nothing but a casualty of your paranoia. She begged you, she held onto your cloak, and you didn't even blink before you ended her. How could you justify that?"

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.

“Good luck with that.” The plane door opened, the sound of engines and wind filling the cabin. Lucille started to step out— —but froze. Several uniformed officers were climbing up the stairs toward them. “What is this?” she demanded. One of the officers stepped forward. “Ms. Lucille Johnson, you are under arrest for the kidnapping of Mr. Sebastian Whitmore.” Lucille’s eyes went wide. “What?! No! Let me go! Do you even know who I am? I’m Lucille Johnson!” she screamed, thrashing against the officers’ hold.