Chapter Thirty-Three

Knowing Lucien was the creature from my nightmares, a strange mix of pity and disdain washed over me. While I didn't condone his actions or understand his need for power, I no longer feared him. His threats, once so terrifying, now seemed hollow. All this training, all this preparation, for a man who couldn't physically harm me? It felt absurd. He was a broken shell, a man who'd lost too much and clung desperately to what remained. Desperation could fuel determination, but Lucien lacked that spark. Yet, even as pity stirred within me, there was something about him that remained enigmatic, a puzzle piece missing.

The following day, I sat by the riverbank, watching the water flow calmly. Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered by the familiar sounds of Easton, Aiden, and Calix arguing once more.

"We have to rescue Sara!" Easton insisted, his voice filled with urgency.