Lucian clenched his jaws, looking out into space for a while before he decided to walk back into the hall. However, just as he walked past the restroom area, his ears caught onto the sounds of struggle and a muffled protest.
Without thinking twice, he moved to open the door, only to realize it was locked from the inside. With that, he kicked the door open to find Serena struggling with a masked man armed with a knife on which there was fresh blood he presumed to be hers.
A venomous rage, black and seething, flooded Lucian's veins like molten lead. His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out all sound except the primal drumbeat of kill, protect, destroy. Every muscle in his body coiled tight, primed for violence as he lunged forward—
Then, impact.
