Seraphina’s POV
I didn’t know what I expected when I collapsed in front of him. rcy or kindness?
No. That was foolish of .
Lucien wasn’t built for softness. He was too cold. He didn’t even bother to help until I offered him sothing.
His eyes looked full of violence, his voice sharpened by power. And yet, I still offered him my body to beco his slave so that I could buy myself ti or protection or... anything.
Sha crawled down my spine the second the words left my lips.
But it was already too late.
He looked at like I’d just punched the air out of his lungs, like I was the storm he didn’t see coming. I thought he might laugh at . But instead... he froze. Like I had just shot a bullet at him.
And for a terrifying second, I thought he might actually accept.
But then the knock ca.
His expression cracked. He looked cold and sharp again. He waved his guard off, and I didn’t miss the command in his voice.
"If they’re here for her... beat the shit out of them."
I sat there like a dead weight, listening to the chaos outside. Fists hitting flesh. Bones breaking. n screaming like they’d walked into hell blindfolded.
Then Lucien stepped out, and it was like death itself moved through the hallway.
I should’ve been afraid.
But all I felt was... breathless.
"But then... soone else stepped through the chaos."
A shadow slipped in through the chaos.
Asher.
His eyes t mine, and sothing cold passed between us. Not warmth. Not safety. He looked at like I was a mistake he didn’t know how to fix, but still chose to hold onto anyway.
He walked through the ss like it didn’t faze him. Blood was all over the floor, bodies slumped against the walls, and yet he barely blinked.
"Asher..." I breathed, unsure if I was relieved or even more terrified.
Lucien turned at the sound of my voice, his gaze narrowing like he’d just noticed sothing venomous in the air.
Of course, he’d recognize him.
The room dropped in temperature the second Asher stepped fully inside. The tension thickened, making feel suffocated.
Lucien stood still, his jaw clenched with fresh blood on his knuckles.
Asher’s hand curled into a loose fist by his side, his eyes flicking from Lucien to and back again.
And I sat there in the center of it all, like the war between them had already begun, and I was the price to be claid.
Asher stepped closer, but I didn’t move. I just couldn’t.
Not because I trusted him... God, hell no... but because my legs wouldn’t work. Because everything around was too overwhelming. Lucien’s stare, the blood still warm on the floor, and the echo of screams that hadn’t even settled, was pressing down on like the room itself was shrinking.
"Asher," I whispered again, but in a lower tone than before.
He looked at like he didn’t know who I was. Or maybe wished he didn’t even know . The worst part? I didn’t bla him. We weren’t close at this point in ti.
But why was he there?
Don’t tell he was there for ?
Asher had never cared for before. Never showed up, even when I was bullied badly and bled alone, and never noticed when I disappeared for days.
But now he stood in front of , like so last-minute savior dragged into a fight that he didn’t wish to be a part of.
"You ca late," I muttered in a dry voice.
His expression didn’t shift. There was not even a flicker of guilt or any hint of softness. Just... cold recognition.
"I know."
That was all he said.
While Lucien’s silence was louder than both of us. He hadn’t moved. His presence was so powerful that it made feel like a gun was pointed at . I could feel his gaze on Asher— calculating and deciding if he should kill him where he stood.
This increasing tenstion burned my chest that I was almost losing my breathing.
I was stuck between two n who didn’t care about the way I needed. One was blood, the other was ice. Neither was safe for .
Lucien stepped forward, the sound of his boot heel hitting the floor slicing the air in half. My breath caught.
Asher raised his chin, just slightly, to look at the man.
"You’re late," Lucien said, his tone deceptively calm, but I heard the venom under it.
Asher didn’t blink. "I’m here now."
"And you think that counts for sothing?"
Another step. Lucien didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. His presence filled the space like smoke. It was slow, suffocating, and inescapable.
"I didn’t co to fight," Asher said.
Lucien chuckled, "Then you’ve already lost." He said mockingly.
I pressed my back to the wall, stomach twisting. The air in the room felt thinner now, like it was being pulled out of my lungs by force.
This wasn’t them saving .
This was a warzone.
And I was the casualty they both seed to be claiming.
"Let’s go ho," Asher said, his voice flat as he ignored Lucien entirely. His eyes landed on like I was an inconvenience and sothing he had to clean up after, not save. "We have a lot to talk about."
Talk?
Was he serious?
Did I look like I was ready for a damn heart-to-heart? I could barely feel my legs. My mouth was dry like ash. I needed water, food, and hell, oxygen—not a fucking conversation.
I blinked at him in disbelief, a bitter laugh almost crawling up my throat.
Before I could say a word, Lucien moved. He held my hand, firm but not forceful, and he pulled to my feet so carefully that it made my chest ache.
"Let take you to the hospital," he said in a low voice, barely above a breath—but sothing in it made still.
It wasn’t his usual tone.
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