POV: Lucian
We'd been running for an hour when I felt Lior's intention through the bond.
Not words. Not thoughts. Just a terrible, resigned determination that made my hybrid senses scream warning.
"Don't," I said, grabbing his arm as he slowed. "Don't even think about it."
His crimson eyes met mine in the darkness, and I saw everything written there. Guilt. Self-loathing. Desperate, broken love that thought sacrifice was the only answer.
"Lucian—"
"No." I tightened my grip. "Whatever you're planning—"
"This is my fault." His voice cracked. "The rebellion. The civil war. Your father rejecting you. All of it—it's because of me. Because I bonded you, corrupted you, made you into something your people can't accept."
"That's not—"
"It is." He pulled free, taking a step back. "And Serenya's capture? That's on me too. They're using her as bait to draw us out. To prove you're dangerous. To show the world that the hybrid will destroy everything for the vampire who corrupted him."
