Lucien’s pov.

The Night It All Burned

Body parts were spilled everywhere as I looked around. I choked from the smell of smoke in my lungs. But despite how heavy it felt I still cried as I saw his lifeless body.

Matteo’s body was still on the floor of the hall, his eyes had already gone glassy, and his face was already half-painted in his own blood.

“No!” I shook his body violently as I cried. “You can’t leave me, Matteo! Please!”

I screamed until my voice turned hollow and a ...