Lucian's smile was wiped off his face as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on him.
His arm, which was still around Raziel's shoulders.
His protective instinct, the one that was always so loud and obvious, shot up to the max.
"Excuse me?" Lucian growled, taking a step forward to put himself between Arawn and Raziel.
"I think I didn't hear you well. Did you just threaten my friend in front of me?"
But Arawn didn't even bother to look at him, his eyes remained fixed on Raziel, ignoring Lucian again.
"It is not a threat, noble Nyxian," Arawn said, and his voice was pure silk covering poison.
"It is an invitation. Your friend here is very interesting."
"I don't know what you are talking about," Raziel murmured, forcing his voice to sound weak and confused. "I just... I was looking for a book."
Arawn let out a soft laugh, without a trace of humor.
