Lucien’s pov.

“You really thought you could just bury that away and act like it never happened,” Vincent said.

My body wouldn’t move. I had gotten so familiar with the illusion, the truth didn’t exist anymore to him.

“And after everything you still didn’t get the witch to save your brother. Tell me, do you hate witches because of beliefs, or do you blame them for your own darkness?”

No reflex in my body responded. I could hear him. His words pierced adding to the sting of ...