Lucian's POV
I stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door she had just walked through. My chest rose and fell in a slow, deliberate rhythm, though inside I was anything but calm.
Feisty. That was the word for her. Evelyn. I never thought she had it in her. She had always been timid, fragile, the kind who would bow her head to avoid the sharpness of another's gaze. Yet just now, she looked me in the eyes, her voice steady and laced with fire, and spoke words no one in all of history had dared to say to me, at least not and lived to tell the tale.
I should have silenced her. I should have crushed her insolence before it ever found breath. That is what I had always done. That is what the beast in me demanded. But the only reason I let her go so easily…. was because she bears Aveline's face.
