Lucien

Prologue: Chains clinked as Riven lunged, fangs bared and eyes wild. The iron bit into his wrists, halting his charge. Across the room, Lucien leaned casually against the wall, lips curled into a slight smile. “You don’t talk much, do you?” the vampire murmured. “But that’s fine. I like my pets... fiery.” Riven snarled in reply, the scent of cold stone and blood thick in the air. The war had brought him here—enemy ground, enemy hands. But he’d be damned before he bowed.