LUCIUS POV.
The corridor felt colder than usual as I stormed out of my stepmother's presence, her grin was still haunting me as she wouldn't stop grinning.
That satisfied curve of her lips, sharp and poisonous, told me she thought she had won a battle. I clenched my fists as I walked away, as my leather gloves that had been protecting my hands not to kill a soul were already creaking under the pressure.
When I pushed open the door to my chambers, silence welcomed me. Everything was in its usual place, perfectly neat, untouched. My gaze roamed the room as memories clawed at me. I froze near the center of the chamber, unable to stop myself from remembering that night…the night I had killed my own mother, Hannah.
It had been an accident. At least, that was what I told myself countless times. But whether accident or not, the guilt remained the same. Her lifeless body and my cursed hands, the horror in her eyes as her heart stopped under my touch.
