LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
I cradled Mai tightly, her tiny body trembling against my chest. Her soft whimpers sliced through me sharper than any blade. Her once radiant green eyes—the ones that lit up every time I held her, the ones I was so proud of—were now a cold, unnatural silver. Ares was growling in my mind, torn between fury and devastation while Raivo had surprisingly rescinded to the back of my mind, making whimpering sounds that suspiciously sounded like fear.
Adrian stood across from me, his blood-soaked hands clenched at his sides. His usual infuriating calm was replaced by an intensity I hadn't seen since I met him. His striking face was tight with controlled anger, and for once, his cool, detached tone carried a tremor of urgency.
"Lucian," he said, his voice low and cold. "We need to do something. Now."
