Lucien’s pov.

The first thing I smelled was wolfsbane.

Thick. Pungent. Poison seeping into my skin and my lungs.

It was everywhere, in the air, on the floor, even laced through the chains binding my wrists.

My eyes flickered open to darkness. Luckily, darkness had always been my ally.

My vision sharpened until the shadows bent into shape. Cracked stone walls, iron bars, It was a dungeon. Vincent’s. I recognized it far too well.

I tried snapping my wrist from the chain, but it wouldn’t ...