Lucien walked in just as Soren stepped away from Elian, washing his hands in a basin on top of his table.
He paused in front of the door, suddenly unsure of what he should do next.
Should he go up and ask Soren what was wrong with Elian?
Wouldn't it seem like he was being too particular about his prisoner?
Or perhaps he was overthinking it; he was the Duke, and since Elian was in his custody, he had every right to question his health.
Deciding to go ahead and inquire anyway, he lifted his gaze... and met Elian's.
Everything else suddenly blurred around him.
For that brief moment, he felt like he was sucked into a vortex of current as his body rippled with unexplained tingles, his pulse pounding in his ears.
For the first time since last night, Elian was directly looking at him, but... he didn't recognize those eyes. They were cold, apprehensive, and distant. It was almost like Elian was silently telling him to turn around and walk away.
