LUNA DELILAH POV:
The chamber was silent, every heart beating like a war drum as the door creaked open.
I felt my chest tighten, my fingers gripping the cup so hard I thought it would crack under the pressure. Beside me, Tyrant's breathing grew louder and quicker, his shoulders rising and falling.
And then I saw him.
A tall young man stepped through the doorway, he was broad-shouldered, handsome, his brown hair catching the faint light of the torches.
His eyes…hauled, deep brown…swept the chamber slowly, deliberately. He could not have been more than his early thirties, his gait steady, his chin lifted as though he belonged here.
And a big smile on his face like a big fool, maybe he is a fool.
My pulse quickened. For one terrifying moment, I thought it was true…that Lucius had returned. That the curse we had buried with time had walked back into our home.
But then the details cut at me. What I was seeing was brown hair, brown eyes.
