I could see it… The unease in Lucian's eyes. The calm, composed mask he always wore had cracked, just slightly, but enough for me to notice. His jaw was tight, his breathing uneven, and the faint tremor in his fingers betrayed the tension he was trying so hard to hide.
This wasn't the cold, commanding dragon everyone feared. This was Lucian—the husband who was genuinely worried.
I knew if he wanted to, he could've gone after that rogue. No one would've escaped him. But he didn't move. His body stayed between me and the corridor, as if any step away from me was a risk he wasn't willing to take.
He finally spoke, his voice low and strained. "If one already found you…" he said, gaze fixed ahead, "more will come."
I blinked, my brain still lagging from everything that had just happened, until Lucian suddenly took my wrist, the same one the rogue had grabbed earlier.
"Ow—Lucian, that hurts," I winced.
