“Let her go,” Adrian’s voice cut through the spell and jolted Zeda back to her surroundings, stopping her from making her decision.

She felt Lucian stiffen as she removed her hand from his chest and turned to look at Adrian.

He was standing a few feet away, still looking like an angel in the same white outfit he had been wearing.

Wasn’t he supposed to be somewhere with Ava and dressed differently? Zeda wondered.

“You have no right to tell me what to do,” Lucian ...