Lucian and meleonora

"I'm not interested," Lucian said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Without hesitation, he dropped the pistol to the ground at Meleonora's feet.

One of the men behind her swiftly bent down, grabbing the firearm with steady hands, while the other kept his gun firmly trained on Lucian.

Lucian didn't react.

He didn't even glance at them.

Instead, he simply turned away, his attention shifting to Rose, still unconscious on the hospital bed.

With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of hair away from her side face, his fingers barely grazing her side cheek.

Meleonora's jaw clenched as she watched Lucian completely ignore them as if they weren't even worth his time.

Her fists tightened at the feeling of frustration, anger… and something else she couldn't quite place.

Disgust?

No…

It wasn't that.

It was the fact that he wasn't afraid.

Even with a gun pointed at his head.

Even with a bomb vest on her chest.