ENGAGED???

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. My knuckles were split open from the assault done by they had inflicted earlier, causing a deep burning pain in my hand as I sat. But I barely felt it; all I could see was the same image from earlier. Sloane, bloodied, pale, sickly….dying. My leg bounced against the side table as I tried to keep myself seated, as my skin suddenly grew burning hot; sweat lingered on the back of my neck, my forehead, and my clothes felt fucking damp. All I wanted to do was give in to the retching feeling in the back of my throat, gag, and release the contents of my earlier dinner all over the floor. But I had to steel myself, I had to snap out of it. Sloane was okay…she had to be okay….I wasn’t too late. Sloane wasn’t dying…she won’t be like mom, Lucien. She just can’t be like mom. You can save her. Eldric didn’t win, you’re still in time. “Would you like some water, sir?” That was all I heard from the young maid with a robotic smile on her face as she slightly bowed in front of m