CHAPTER 86
Lucian's hand closed around nothing but the vanishing tendrils of black smoke. He let out a sound that was less a scream and more the roar of a wounded animal. it was so loud that it ripped through the quiet of the estate.
He stood at the place, head bowed. "Why?" he whispered into the dirt, his voice trembling with a vulnerability that would have terrified his kind.
"I accepted you... I accepted the Bond." Lucian rasped, he stood in the center of the scorched earth, his regal suit tattered, looking like a king who had just watched his throne turn to ash.
It was a cruel irony that tasted worse than the blood at the gala. He was the Sovereign; he was the one who should have been the judge of their fate.
He should have been the one to decide if she was worthy, the one to potentially reject a bond that linked his ancient soul to a girl barely out of her teens.
