Valka
There is a considerable amount of anger shimmering down from Lucien's side of the bond. You wouldn't have known, not when he was laughing himself hoarse, drinking and entertaining the humans who couldn't stop staring at him like he was some god.
I guess, in some way, he is.
But that's not really the point.
It's that he's had years to master his emotions that it doesn't show, but now, his feelings are bleeding into mine and I want to kill something.
I am not okay.
My fingers are jittery around the glass of wine. I wanted to kill Cecilia. For every touching him without his consent and having the nerve to throw it back in his face. I wanted to squeeze her flesh and bones to mash and pulp.
But I can't. Not when the first day of the Summit begins tomorrow, after the King of Voss joins us and I need all of my wits about me, if I'm somehow supposed to infiltrate the minds of that particular company without losing my shit.
