- Elara Voss:
I felt my heart slam hard and fast against my ribcage the moment my eyes landed on him.
Long white silver hair, still dressed in his thin white under shirt since he gave me his coat, pale skin that should have looked cold but for some reason he seemed like heat was radiating out of his skin, human blue ice.
One of the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, eyes that looked more human, alive, and emotional than the eyes of an actual human.
Lucien Draven.
It was him.
But what was he doing here? How did he get here? Had he been following us?
Dread curled through my veins like poison, my stomach twisting as my mind raced. Was Ronan right? Had I been stupid and naive for trusting and defending him? Had I been defending someone who had been planning to kill us all along? Could he be the same monster Ronan thinks he is?
