Proserpina

I was aware of the commotion in the hall as we approached, the way the guards seemed to be on alert, hurrying us along. But the spectacle unfolding before us brought me up short. It made me stop breathing for a few minutes. Lucien was beating up a guest, brutally, viciously.

I had never seen this side of my husband although I was aware of his violent nature. Now I watched, open-mouthed, one hand protectively laid on my stomach, the other on Grace’s arm for support. ...