Lucian sat up a little straighter, grimacing slightly as pain lanced through his ribs.
"I heard nothing," he replied smoothly. "If someone came through this door, I would have noticed."
Selis blinked beneath the blanket, her heart thudding so loudly it felt like the guards outside would hear it.
He actually covered for her.
She hadn't imagined it—Lucian had lied. For her. Of all people.
Despite everything that had happened between them—the snide remarks, the near-death skirmishes, the time she may or may not have "accidentally" step on him during combat—he'd still come through.
Not with a grand speech or dramatic gesture, but with a simple, firm denial that anyone else was in the room.
That meant he wasn't handing her over.
Selis's mind reeled. Was it possible?
Could it be . . . he was starting to trust her? Or—gods forbid—even like her?
