LUCIEN’S POV

I stood frozen in the shadowed corridor, heart hammering so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs.

The moonlight had caught his profile for less than two seconds, but that was enough.

The sharp jaw. The scar slicing down the left temple. The way he rolled his shoulders when he walked away.

My father.

The man I’d killed.

The monster I’d driven a silver dagger through the chest years ago, watching the light fade from his eyes while he cursed my name with his last breath.

There was no way.

No fucking way.

I shook my head hard, once, twice, like I could shake the image...