LUCIAN
I rose from the chair slowly. The war chamber felt smaller than usual as I stepped out, the torches along the stone walls burning lower than they had been an hour ago. My boots struck the floor in measured steps, each one deliberate and controlled.
I should have turned left. My room was left but my feet went right.
I didn't examine the decision. I simply walked, my hands loose at my sides, my expression blank in the way it always was when my mind was anything but.
The corridor stretched ahead of me, quiet and dim. Most of the residence had settled into the stillness that came with deep night. Guards stood at their posts without moving. Torches breathed in silence.
And yet my thoughts were anything but silent.
Pure Blood.
