LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
The darkness lingered, coiling around me like a snake waiting to strike. Raivo had settled into my mind with a smug confidence that was both infuriating and disconcerting. He was there, at the edge, watching, calculating. Ares, had grown silent, retreating into the furthest corners of my consciousness.
"Serena," I barked, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "What's next?"
She hesitated, her usually composed demeanor faltering. Her witches exchanged glances, their wariness transparent. "We prepare for Adrian," she finally said, her tone careful.
Adrian Daegon. Just the name alone was enough to make my skin crawl. The tales about him were enough to keep anyone awake at night. My mate, my Teresa, and my twins were the only things keeping me sane now; and I didn't want to think on the fact that Ares was now too scared to give me his usual comforting words or even his sarcasm. I could only hope this was a temporary thing.
