Lucien's breath came ragged and uneven, nerves crawling beneath his skin. This woman's power could change every memory in his head, twist them into new lies, erase his very identity.
There was no limit to what she could do to his mind. She was infamous for her role in the Seven Great Covenant as a prosecutor: the one who delighted in tormenting every vampire who defied their laws.
'Fuck! Who said the Seven Great Covenants were dead? They're here to punish us!' he thought bitterly, despair tightening his chest. Even his words couldn't save him this time.
He closed his eyes, forcing out the words. "Wait, I—I'll spy on them."
"I'm waiting," Fleur replied calmly, her tone cold and sharp. "And don't mistake me for a patient woman, Corvane."
Lucien gulped, nodding quickly. He drew a shaky breath and focused on the wind, listening to the faint murmurs carried from far beyond Corvane Manor.
"They… they plan to hide and run again," he finally said.
