Lucien’s POV
A low grunt escaped my lips as I turned toward Elisa and her cohort. Their stiff postures, the tension in their shoulders—it was obvious they knew something was wrong.
The fear rolling off them was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the way their anxiety thickened the air.
The drumming sound of their hearts was so refreshing, and their fear was intoxicating. I couldn’t help but snicker.
Elisa and the others kept their heads bowed, their gazes glued to the floor as I strode toward them.
Each step I took echoed through the heavy silence of the room, amplifying the intensity. No one dared to speak. They wouldn’t dream of it.
Stopping just inches from them, I could feel the weight of their silence pressing down. I clenched my fists, forcing my voice to
