CHAPTER 103
The heavy carved doors of the master suite groaned on their hinges, the sound echoing around the empty room as Lucian kicked them open.
He didn't bother to look back at Clara, though the persistent, frantic click of her shoes against the polished marble floor told him she was right behind him, her breathing coming in shallow hitches that nearly matched his own.
The mansion around them was unnervingly silent, a hollow tomb of stone and secrets that felt far too large for the four souls currently inhabiting it.
Lucian crossed the room, the dimmed bulb overhead casting long shadows that danced across the walls.
With a tenderness that seemed entirely at odds with his shredded, blood-soaked cloth and the drying smear of gore on his pale skin, he lowered Isabella onto the silk sheets.
