Evelyn's POV
For a heartbeat after Lucian stepped into the chaos, everything felt unreal.
He didn't fight like a man. He moved like a blade that had learned how to speak in flesh. The first Nightshade soldier who dared run across his path never even had a moment to fear befor Lucian was on him, claws and hands and teeth, a blur of motion that unmade muscle and bone. I watched, sick and stunned, as shoulders were torn open wide enough to expose the ribs beneath, as throats were crushed or ripped, as men who had been howling a second before went quiet in one smooth, savage action. Blood arced through the air and painted the cobbles, it hit the sunlight in bright, obscene droplets. Lucian's coat soaked it up and hung heavy from his shoulders.
What chilled me more than the carnage was the way he smiled.
