Lucien’s POV
And just like that, my rage flared—sharp and imdiate. But underneath it, sothing twisted inside . It wasn’t pity or going soft or easy on soone. It was a heavier, sharper feeling that made my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t used to.
"Open the door," I ordered, my voice low and tight. "Let that person in."
The mont I saw her, I knew it. The dirt, the ss, the desperation—of course, it had to be her.
Seraphina. Again.
Why the hell was I always running into her like this? Always broken. Always showing up in the worst possible state. Was I her damn savior or so cursed soul tied to her downfall? I wasn’t sure what pissed off more—the sight of her like this, or the fact that it was becoming a pattern.
Don’t tell I’m her guardian angel.
What a laugh. Her brother might’ve thought so when he practically begged to keep an eye on her. Like I owed him sothing. I should’ve said no and should’ve just walked away.
But no. She was here again. And so was I.
She looked haggard, sitting on the floor as if she might faint any second. But the mont she saw , she rose to her feet, wobbly, barely able to stand.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice cold and detached.
She didn’t answer. Just stood there, silent, stubborn, like she still had sothing left to protect. Like pride hadn’t already been stripped from her.
I had offered her help before, and she refused it. She thought she could handle the world alone. Now look at her. Standing in front of , broken, again. And this ti, she looked even worse.
Her brother might’ve thought I could save her, but I’m no saint. I’m the devil she keeps finding by accident. And sohow, she keeps falling right back into my den.
What kind of twisted fate was this?
I didn’t know.
And honestly, I didn’t care anymore.
"He... help !"
She finally managed to say those two words before collapsing to the floor.
"Why should I?" I snapped.
I wasn’t in the mood to play the savior anymore.
She’d already ruined my plan. I was in the middle of torturing soone for information about this place.
After two hours of careful preparation, I had planned to raise hell here. Now, because of her intrusion, everything either stalled or was rushed ahead recklessly.
"I... I give you everything I have," she muttered, searching for whatever little she owned. It didn’t look like much.
"I’m waiting," I said, running my fingers through my ssy hair as I stared at her.
I grabbed her chin and forced her to et my gaze. "I don’t have all the ti in the world."
"I... I will give you myself," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes wet. "I’ll give you my body."
I froze.
What the hell did she just say?
Did she even know what those words ant?
Little girl, you’re playing with fire!
She was desperate—so desperate that she offered herself to like she was nothing. My breath hitched, heat crawling up my neck. I let go of her and slowly stood up, needing space. My hands were clenched at my sides.
I didn’t know if I was angry at her... or myself for reacting to that.
My lips parted, but no words ca out. She just sat there, breathing heavily, watching with her ssy look and broken heart. Still trying to hold onto so kind of strength.
Damn it.
This wasn’t what I wanted. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
Before I could say a word, a sharp knock hit the door.
"Master," a guard’s voice ca from the other side. "Soone is here. Should I take a look?"
I inhaled sharply, brushing my hair back as I dragged my gaze off her.
"Yeah. Go," I said coldly, flicking my hand.
"If they’re here for her..." I paused, my voice sinking into sothing darker. "Beat the shit out of them."
I didn’t even need to wait for the guard’s confirmation.
A crash echoed from outside. Fists and kicks landing everywhere.
I walked toward the door, slow and composed, each step a warning. I wasn’t in the mood to be interrupted again. Not after she just threw that line at .
Through the slightly cracked doorway, I caught sight of the intruders.
Over seven n. One already on the floor, groaning in pain, my n surrounding them like a pack ready to tear flesh.
"Which one of you wants to die first?" I asked, my voice low, calm... it was dangerously calm.
One of them lunged.
Stupid move.
I sidestepped, grabbed his wrist mid-swing, and twisted it back until I heard the satisfying pop of bone dislocating. He scread in pain.
Another ca from the side, but before he could land a hit, my elbow was in his throat.
He dropped like a puppet with cut strings.
I handled half of them myself. The rest were dragged out by my n like trash. The last one hesitated—smart, but not smart enough to run.
I stalked toward him slowly. He backed away, shaking.
"You ca all the way here for a girl," I said, cracking my knuckles. "Then bleed for her."
He tried to run.
I grabbed him by the collar, slamd his face into the wall hard enough to leave a bloody print. He whimpered, sliding down like dead weight.
I turned to my guards.
"Strip them out of their clothes. Then toss them out. If they crawl back in, you don’t leave them breathing next ti."
"Yes, Master."
I wiped the blood from my knuckles with a handkerchief and stepped back inside.
She was still on the floor, eyes wide, trembling, not with fear. With sothing else.
Good.
Let her see exactly what kind of man she offered herself to and feel the tension she ignited, the madness she had put through.
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