Lucien’s pov.

Sorcerers were terrible liars. And I had a keen smell for liars.

“I can sense the fear radiating off you even from here. You don’t need to be but if you lie for the second time, I wouldn’t be held responsible for what happens next.”

The threat seemed to do exactly what I wanted because the next minute, the door opened up.

“Come with me.” It was a man, long white hair and blue eyes.

He looked frightened and agitated but I followed regardless.

Inside ...