[Celia's POV]
She followed Vladimir as he limped while dragging Lucian. And then.. she saw it.
Blood. He was leaving small drops of blood in his wake. Celia's eyes widened.
How did he hurt himself?
"Your Highness, stop," she pleaded and ran up to him. She stood in front of him, barricading his way. The intensity with which two pairs of eyes looked at her, made her want to move back and leave their path.
But no. The duke was hurt and at the moment, what he needed was aid.
"Move out of my way," the duke snarled.
Lucian easily freed himself and said, "I knew you wouldn't be able to be without me."
Celia looked at Lucian incredulously before realizing that the duke had become oddly silent.
She glanced at him to find how still he was standing. His skin looked paler in the daylight, and the clenched jaw told Celia that whatever wound he had sustained was making him suffer.
