NO MERCY

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. I watched as she walked through the doors of her parents’ mansion, the silence of her no longer being in my orbit should have been deafening… but all my mind screamed at me were her words from earlier; ‘They want me to marry Killian.’ A humourless chuckle escaped me again, coupled with a laugh as I looked to the other side. The night sky was dark; almost as dark as my mind, and probably my soul, after the news Sloane broke to me. The sting of betrayal felt like that of cat-o'-nine whips against my back. I wanted to scrub my tattoo off, or rather, scrub his off. Killian Lemaire. I should have known, though. What else did I expect from a person cut from the same cloth as Roxanne? The fucker didn’t even know she was his stepsister, for fucks sake. Or he did know, and was lying to our faces about other things this entire time! Slamming my hand on the steering wheel, I turned on the ignition and drove off into the night sky. Once I was sure I was far enough from th