Selis stifled a laugh behind her hand. "Well, that was . . . satisfying." She couldn't decide what was funnier—Lucian's deadpan death threats or the way he weaponized discipline like it was pepper spray.
Couldn't really blame the girls, to be honest. Lucian was absurdly handsome—like, unfairly attractive. The kind of hot that made you question your morals, your dignity, and possibly your religion.
Especially when he was fighting vampires. That cold, focused expression? The way he moved like a sword wrapped in thunder? Disrespectful.
Sure, he was rude, intimidating, and looked like he could kill you with a single glance (and honestly, he probably could). But that just added to the appeal. He wasn't your typical cool, stoic, silent man. He was the final boss.
So, naturally, girls still fawned over him. Despite the death glares. Despite the growling. Despite the fact that his idea of flirting was telling you to stand up straighter and stop breathing so loud.
