CHAPTER 28
No. That was the only thought in Isabella's head as she watched the woman approach. No, not another threat. Not now.
Lucian didn't stay down. Despite the sickening pop of his joints and the fact that he had been a corpse some minutes ago, he forced his body to obey.
With a guttural growl of effort, he surged to his feet, his spine straightening with a regal rigidity.
He looked like a fallen god reclaiming his throne, even with her blood still staining his lips.
The white-eyed lady stepped further into the cave, her forest-green gown sweeping over the stone.
Her gaze finally drifted away from Isabella, sliding over to Lucian with ease. The two of them locked eyes, and the silence became a battlefield.
It was a silent war of wills, a violent clashing of invisible power that made the very shadows in the corners of the cave tremble.
