'Hell no-'
While in the crowd, Lucien wouldn't deny that he had been moved by them—by what they said, the way they hailed him. He could have sworn he felt goosebumps ripple across his skin.
But now that he wasn't there, now that he was inside the Evelaine Temple, he had regained his sanity.
What was that feeling again—responsibility? Let him first take care of his own ass before he could take care of others.
Lucien wasn't being negligent without reason. His priority was gaming. As intriguing as leading people sounded, he had never thought he was cut out for such a thing.
Lucien sighed and focused on the room. He was sitting in a chamber within Evelaine Temple.
The ruined temple had sprung back to life. Towering columns rose throughout the exterior, and the interior was even more magnificent—white stone almost comparable to the color of the Palebranch trees formed its construction. But these were stones, albeit a different kind entirely.
