LUCIAN'S POV
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The walls seem to sing tauntingly as I walk through the halls. The servants stare, the guards bow, the people whisper, avoiding eye contact at all means. The question is on written on their faces.
Where has the prince been?
There's no grand party, not yet anyway.
Colin falls into a stride beside me. He's bathed, dressed to impress and smells of s*x. "Got rid of your filth?" I refrain from growling at how he refers to Caroline, and some part of me wants to think that he's hiding her by using coded words, but I know that he, like father, wished that I never found my mate.
'Oh, how they love you.' Atticus muses with an edge to his tone. 'Your sarcasm is not helping.' I bark at him, shoving him behind the black walls of my privacy.
The last thing I need is for him to p
