A miniature Roman coliseum, surrounded by cracked columns. There, Lucien and Scarlet had been training all week.
Lucien had far exceeded Scarlet's expectations; his progress was undeniable.
However, she noticed something troubling in him: the prelude to Bloodlust.
Even so, the man continued to smile.
Every blow, every fall, every drop of sweat... everything seemed to amuse him like a child playing with fire.
Scarlet watched him with her arms crossed sensually, raising an eyebrow. "Don't you find it boring to train so much?" she finally asked, intrigued.
Lucien stopped. His breathing was heavy. The smile did not fade for a moment.
"I don't think about what's easy," he replied calmly. "I think about what's fun."
Scarlet blinked, bewildered.
