His hand froze in midair before slowly lowering. His eyes darkened briefly, though his smile never faltered.
"You belong to power, Ember," he said calmly. "And power belongs with me."
The Greater Evil let out a soft snort. "Careful, Lucas. You sound like you're falling in love."
He straightened abruptly, shooting her a sharp warning look. "Do not confuse purpose with love."
She laughed quietly, clearly entertained. "Whatever helps you sleep."
Lucas turned his attention back to me. "You're going to sire me an heir," he said bluntly. "One born of your bloodline. A child who carries your ancient power and my strength. Together, we would reshape this world."
My breath came out shaky despite my efforts. "You are insane."
His smile widened. "Visionary," he corrected again.
