CHAPTER 176
Clara looked up then, her white eyes meeting Lucian's gray ones. Her face was a mask of exhausted defiance, her robes disheveled and her hair spilling out.
She looked compromised, and she knew he could see it. Lucian held her gaze for a long second. He saw the way she was holding the boy and without a word, he turned on his heel, leaving the witch and her wolf in the silence of the ruins.
Lucian's boots clicked against the polished floo as he strode away. He didn't look back to see if Clara was okay; he knew the High Witch was more than capable of handling herself, even against a feral wolf.
His only priority was the flickering static in the back of his mind, the distress of the girl who was currently suffocating under the weight of his protection.
