LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.

“Excuse me?” The bastard asked with a groan. He looked like he’d been mauled by a crazed, deranged lunatic.

Good.

“I said, you’re off to a mad house, Killian,” I said, bending to my feet with a mocking groan as I smiled down at him. We made eye contact, his and mine, unflinching.

“You piece of shit.” He said, but he was barely audible, probably because my bat hit something really bad. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you ...