The silence in the library was absolute.
Lucian's eyes slowly turned toward the source of that single word.
And every survival instinct in his body started screaming at once.
Oh. Fuck.
Seraphina stood at the edge of the bookshelf.
Her face was completely shadowed. He couldn't see her expression. Just the hard line of her jaw and her eyes—golden, blazing, staring directly at Elira.
Her hand was on her sword hilt.
Gripping it so tight her knuckles were white. Trembling.
just what I fucking needed.
Lucian's brain kicked into overdrive.
This is so fucked up.. she .. she is going to commit a goddamn MURDER.
His eyes flicked to her face.
Shadowed. Deadly calm.
Then—because his life apparently wasn't complicated enough—a translucent notification materialized directly in his vision.
[⚠️ CRITICAL ALERT ⚠️]
IMMINENT DEATH DETECTED
Target: Seraphina Ashenblade
Affection Level: UNSTABLE
Emotional State: VOLCANIC RAGE
Threat Assessment: LETHAL
