Chapter 16. The Obsidian Summit

“Sit,” Zayn ordered.

Lucien obeyed without question, though fear twisted tightly in his chest. His legs felt like water as he lowered himself onto the chair. His heart beat hard against his ribs. He didn’t know what he had done again. He didn’t know if he would get hit this time too.

Zayn stood and turned to the doctor.

“Get to work. I’ll be back,” he said coldly before walking out.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Lucien didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until it escaped in a long, trembling sigh. The tension in the room seemed to melt the moment Zayn was gone. His shoulders sagged slightly.

The doctor, a tired-looking middle aged man with kind but weary eyes, stepped closer.

“I’m here to treat your wound,” the man said softly.

Lucien’s eyes widened. He glanced quickly at his arm, the angry red gash now crusted with dried blood and starting to bruise around the edges.

“I… I’m fine,” Lucien said, his voice weak.