Lucien’s POV
THE MOMENT I stepped into the penthouse, the air snapped tight like a wire pulled to breaking.
Celina was waiting for me, her eyes sharp, storm-colored. I had seen her soft, broken, trembling in my arms; I had seen her fierce, standing against me when no one else dared. But this—this cold, wounded fire—was something else entirely.
She turned when I closed the door, her voice already poised like a blade. “You followed me.”
My jaw locked. “You met him.”
Her lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “So you were watching.”
I felt my wolf surge, fury lashing through me. The scent of Kael still clung faintly to her, and it was enough to make my blood burn. “You met with a traitor. With a man who would see me—and this child—destroyed. You think I wouldn’t notice? Y
