Lucien's POV
Her whole body seemed buried in bruises… some were fading and some were still fresh. The ones I could see, I treated. The ones I couldn't… I didn't ask.
But I knew there were more that I couldn't reach.
I didn't know what all she had faced before this, but one thing was certain— From here on, no one would ever lay a finger on her again, not while I was alive.
And for that, I needed to know who was behind all this. I could've found out on my own, and I had my ways. But if she already knew, it would make things easier and faster.
Still… I didn't think she'd tell me.
But she did. She gave me a name. And it was not that hard to guess the reason behind it.
And more than that, she trusted me with it. That trust… it caught me off guard.
But what I didn't expect was the way she looked at me after. Like she had said the same thing a hundred times before… and no one had ever listened.
Like she was ready to be ignored again.
And when I believed her?
Seraphina froze.
