The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, ready to crack at the slightest provocation. The room fell silent, and the only sounds to be heard were muffled gasps and shuffling of feet as everyone stood up.
Lucretia felt a thousand shards of glass cut her skin as the voice she was all too familiar with echoed through the court. She would have been convinced that it was all a dream, but everyone was turned in his direction, indicating that they could all see him too.
Lucien wasn't dead.
Her knees buckled as she stood up, and she fell back into her seat, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She glanced back at Reggie, who looked equally startled, with accusations and hurt in her eyes.
Why wasn't he dead? That was the only question raging through her thoughts.
