Evelyn's POV
Lucian's back turned toward me, a wall of muscle and indifference, and that single motion told me all I needed to know. The conversation was over. He wouldn't even spare me a glance. The flicker of light across his bare shoulders caught on the lines of the crescent mark that had once burned in sync with mine, and for a moment, I hated the sight of it. I hated him. I hated how he could look so untouchable, so uncaring, while Lisa's life hung by a thread.
My chest tightened as I spun around and walked out of his chambers. The heavy doors closed behind me with a dull thud that echoed in the corridor. The cool air outside hit my face, but it didn't calm me, it only made my frustration burn hotter.
What does he even want? I thought bitterly as I strode down the dimly lit hallway.
How do you convince a creature who has everything and feels nothing? What could possibly tempt a beast who's lived for centuries to care about one human life?
