Lucian sat down in the grass, stretching out his long legs to settle languidly on the soft earth. The sun was setting, casting long shadows through the leaves overhead as he listened to the sound of water babbling over rocks in the nearby river. It would have been a calming and peaceful moment if every plan he had made wasn't falling apart in front of his eyes.
The vampire flopped backward, abandoning all care while laying himself down and staring up to the dense green foliage. He tried to replay the scenario in his head from the beginning, examining the sequence of events and attempting to determine where everything went to hell. How could he have lost Ender? Lucian thought to himself. Undoubtedly one of the witches was more likely to be captured, but his strong and stoic brother? Impossible. The girl was changing him, and Lucian was not sure it was for the better.
