Lena
“Lena,” Lucian called, his voice cutting through the silence later that day.
I scrambled out of my room to see him standing at the end of the hallway, his face unreadable.
I swallowed, my throat dry. “What?”
“Come to my study. Now.” His tone was even, but there was a hardness beneath it, a warning I couldn’t ignore.
I shifted my weight, my fingers twisting nervously at my sides. “I… I’m tired, Lucian.”
"Tired?” he asked, his head tilting slightly.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice quieter than I meant it to be. “I just need a break. Can we do this later?”
“Later? You think you get to decide when?”
I took a step back, my heart starting to race. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just—”
“You just what?” he interrupted, taking a step toward me. "You think you can tell me no?”
My breath hi
