Lucifer's verdant eyes met mine across the hall. He gave a small nod—a warning I didn't need. We'd both recognised the danger in the room. I just wasn't sure we were looking at the same one.
I looked away first.
I hadn't liked what I'd seen on his face a moment earlier—the faint colour in his cheeks as he watched her. I liked even less how much it bothered me.
Not good.
I could feel it starting again—the thing I'd kept locked down since the beach. It came up through the cracks the way it always did, quietly, without asking. Every time Alyssara turned beneath the chandeliers, my mind laid another face over hers. The same lift of the chin. The same stillness held a moment too long before she moved.
Emma.
