Lucien's POV

Steam curled off my skin as I stepped out of the cold shower, my bones stiff, my chest still tingling from the icy water, droplets sliding down my shoulders before vanishing on the tiled floor.

My eyes drifted to the bed where my black suit lay, neat as always, pressed sharp as if untouched by human hands. I slipped it on, fastening the first two buttons before facing the mirror.

The reflection staring back wasn’t mine.

It was my father’s.

The same cruel jawline, the ...