Lucien POV
I sat on the carved obsidian chair in my chamber, the flames in the hearth dancing like the madness bubbling under my skin. The moonlight was gone now, replaced by the shadowed whispers of night.
A soft knock came from the far door.
“Enter,” I said, already knowing who it was.
A man stepped in quietly, dressed in worn traveler's clothes, his head bowed. He shut the door behind him and stood stiffly. I planted one of mine men in the Moon Mansion months ago, when I first sensed the tide of betrayal rising.
“Well?” I asked, not bothering to stand. “Speak.”
He kept his voice low. “My Lord. Demyan has returned.”
My jaw flexed.
“He arrived just two days ago. Alone.”
I leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Alone? Are you sure?”
“Yes, my Lord. No one accompanied him. His Beta and G
