The Devil's Promise

FREYA

When I galloped back into the stables after my third secret meeting with Adrien in the woods, Lord Lucian was waiting for me.

I imagined he had heard even from the first time, but I thought I had time.

The next council meeting was a few weeks away, I should have had until then before I needed to explain to anyone.

“Lord Lucian,” I uttered, taken aback by his presence as I brought Maya to an abrupt halt.

A stable hand rushed forward to help me out of the saddle but Lucian ordered him away, instead gliding up to Maya like an ancient god.

Lucain was graceful, as he always was; his thick glossy hair carefully slicked back to expose all of his striking features.

Easily, strong muscular arms lifted me up and off the saddle to the floor.

It was unusual to find another's arms wrapped around me in such a manner, and I stepped back immediately my feet touched the floor.

Green eyes glared at me with a barely contained annoyance.