CHAPTER 138
Dawn arrived in a pale, sickly gray light that bled through the expansive windows of the master suite.
It had been nearly twelve hours since the moment in the kitchen—twelve hours since the "Councilor" had supposedly arrived and Lucian had nearly surrendered to the beast.
Clara's words were still swirling through his mind in a persistent, toxic fog. 'You'll drain her dry and leave nothing but a husk behind.'
After their confrontation, Lucian had coldly dismissed the witch, refusing to acknowledge the biological ticking time bomb inside him.
He had simply looked at her with eyes like flint and told her he had it under control—a lie that tasted as bitter as the animal blood he'd vomited into the sink.
Before he'd left the kitchen, he had commanded her to use her magic to sell the deception, weaving an illusion of a car pulling away from the mansion gate just in case Isabella was watching from the upstairs window.
