Lucian's POV
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"Where the hell are you, Kyren?" As soon as those words came from his lips, he heard the room door creak open.
He looked over his shoulder, squinting at first—
Until Kyren himself walked in with a plain expression. No flicker of anything that could point him out as guilty of something. No hesitant shift in his eyes.
Just... Plain.
Lucian subconsciously thought of fleeing or hiding before he spotted him but he knew damn well that the rogue king would sniff him out easily.
So why bother?
However, when Kyren's gaze locked on him, his crimson orbs flared with a colder light than usual.
As if that wasn't enough, the room lights flickered, the shadows seemingly shifting unnaturally.
"You," Kyren muttered coldly, closing the door behind him as he walked into the room. "Your family and your shady shenanigans are really starting to make me regret not dragging Elian back to the Dark Lands when I had the chance."
