Lucien trudged away from the chaotic scene of the battle, his body aching and his clothes stained with dirt and blood. He had to get home. Blaise's safety was in question. As he hurried to go find a carriage to take him home, he heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning his head, he saw his stepbrother Troy hurrying toward him, disbelief etched on his face.
"Troy, what are you doing here?" Lucien asked wearily. "I thought you were enjoying the festivities."
Troy's eyes widened as he took in Lucien's battered appearance. "I've been searching everywhere for you," he exclaimed. "What happened to you? Are you alright?"
Lucien gave a half-hearted smile. "Just a little scuffle. Nothing I couldn't handle," he replied, still out of breath. "But listen, Blaise is in danger. Raphael... he's after him."
Troy's expression turned to disbelief. "Blaise? But I thought he willingly went with Raphael. You know, because of... their feelings."