Seraphina's POV
I didn't know what I expected when I collapsed in front of him. Mercy or kindness?
No. That was foolish of me.
Lucien wasn't built for softness. He was too cold. He didn't even bother to help me until I offered him something.
His eyes looked full of violence, his voice sharpened by power. And yet, I still offered him my body to become his slave so that I could buy myself time or protection or… anything.
Shame crawled down my spine the second the words left my lips.
But it was already too late.
He looked at me like I'd just punched the air out of his lungs, like I was the storm he didn't see coming. I thought he might laugh at me. But instead… he froze. Like I had just shot a bullet at him.
And for a terrifying second, I thought he might actually accept.
But then the knock came.
His expression cracked. He looked cold and sharp again. He waved his guard off, and I didn't miss the command in his voice.
"If they're here for her… beat the shit out of them."
