Chapter 277. Wonder

Ivica

She stood in the doorway, her face red with exertion and fury. The rage that had been growing in her steadily as she plunged down the slope, coming to a stop before the little house, made her feel anxious and upset.

He was going to leave her. 

Stefan, her husband, was about to leave her again.

Both Lucien and Gustav looked up in some surprise as she loomed in the doorway, the late afternoon sunlight flooding into the room, making her seem larger than she was, more menacing, somehow.

Lucien was watchful as he studied her expression.

The chain around his ankle was heavy and restricting as he stood up, feet planted on the ground, bracing to handle the mad woman who stood, shoulders heaving, glaring at him.

Something had made her unsettled and even frightened, not a good sign, thought Lucien. Frowning, he scratched his beard, the grey beard that made him look more uncivilised than ever. His wound was healing, the stab