CHAPTER 97
Lucian's world was a blur of crimson and cold stone. Every painful thud in his head was a drum of agony against his skull, but the pain was nothing compared to the sudden, icy opening in his bond with Isabella.
She was rejecting him, all her hateful emotions poured into him ten folds. He slumped forward, his forehead pressing against the freezing floor.
Clara was unmoving beside him. A half-sob and half-snarl sound, escaped his blood-stained lips.
"No..." he gasped, his fingers clawing at the stone until his nails cracked. The betrayal tasted like copper and ash.
She was choosing the shadow of a man while the King who had bled out his divinity for her laid in the dust of his own mansion in pain.
But beneath the humiliation and the soul-shredding pain, a different power began to stir.
