"As long as I remain in the Stonewall manor... a place where my father was burned to ash and a place where I and my mother were locked and kept as slaves, I will always think of death. This is not, and will never be my home," Elian replied, pulling his chin out of Lucien's hold.
Lucien's jaw tightened, his head buzzing with those loud voices pushing him to say the unthinkable. He was trying to fight them off, but the more he stared at Elian's pristine face, the louder those voices got.
"What did Lysandra say?" Lucien forced himself to return to the matter at hand, looking away from Elian.
"She said a man raped her and killed another woman," Elian reported.
Lucien suddenly gasped, taking a staggering step back.
"Are you alright?" Elian asked, quickly moving to hold Lucien's arm. "Your Grace?" He called, placing Lucien's arm over his shoulder.
"Stay away from me!" Lucien suddenly pushed Elian away, sending him colliding with the solid wall before he fell to the floor.
