Lucian’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. “Is that why you’re here?” he asked, his voice low but edged with something dangerous. “To see if I’m dying?”
Isla let out a dry, humorless laugh and rolled her eyes. “The last place I want to be right now is here,” she shot back. “But I need to know if the wedding between you and Naya is still happening.”
Lucian’s expression hardened, but the flicker of pain in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. “The wedding,” he repeated, as if the word itself was foreign.
Isla folded her arms tightly across her chest, trying to steady herself. She felt like her heart was cracking with every word she spoke. “Yes. The wedding. Everyone’s waiting to see if their Alpha is going to marry my sister. My mother sent me to find out.” Her voice wavered slightly, but she p
