Chapter 47

He hurt. And rage filled him, too. Coza was the first he’d killed when he had the chance, but Declan was still gone. 

It hurt, especially the events of his death—the shouts, the pain, the struggle… the fact that he died because of him.

The door handle clicked, and his door opened. Lucien’s hand was on his forehead, and he stared at the door from behind his hand.

Danika stood there, her eyes swollen; her face was wet with tears. There was fear in her eyes, but there was also pain. The same pain that mirrored in his eyes.

She came to him. 

Lucien knew almost immediately why she had the courage to come to his room. She was obviously breaking apart. She wanted to use one pain to substitute for another. 

It was called trying to escape—survive—by feeling ‘a different kind of pain.’

He knew this because that was him.

She closed the door behind her and stood against it, her breathing erratic, her eyes swollen.

Silence