Harley’s P.O.V.

Everyone froze at once. My heart dropped to my stomach as I turned toward the entrance slowly.

Lucian stood there, his presence overwhelming, his aura raging like a storm barely held in check.

His eyes burned crimson with fury, veins standing out on his temples as if restraint itself pained him. The flickering torchlight cast sharp shadows across his face, making him look less like a noble elder and more like a wrathful god descending to pass judgment.

Before I could even process his arrival, Carlos reacted on instinct.

He pulled me sharply behind him, his arm wrapping around my shoulders, his body shielding mine completely. I could...