The smell of smoke drifted through the mansion as servants rushed to pack whatever valuables they could carry. Laura watched from the doorway of her room, a small bag clutched in her hands. She hadn't brought much when she'd fled from Kieran, and haven't taken much from her journey from Lucian to Zephyr to Dante and now Nikolai. She wouldn't start taking much now.
Just her dagger, a change of clothes, and the moonstone necklace Zephyr had given her.
Zephyr....
"Are you ready?" a voice jolted her back to reality.
She turned to find Lucian leaning against the doorframe, his massive frame nearly filling the space. His eyes swept over her, lingering on the bandage covering the claw marks on her arm which for some reason was taking time to heal.
"Yes," she said, tightening her grip on the
