Elian's gaze was cast down, his pulse racing.
They'd found him.
The nobles found him.
If he thought he was a noble's plaything earlier, now he was about to become a noble's weapon.
"Do you still not know what I'm talking about, Young Morel?" Lucien asked, hooking a finger under Elian's chin to lift his head.
Elian's face looked defeated, because he was.
He didn't respond, forcing his eyes to stay on the wall behind Lucien instead of looking into his eyes.
"Your silence won't save you now, Young Morel. You're about to—" He was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
"Open the door," Lucien ordered as Ms. Beck's gentle knock drifted through.
Finn nodded and headed to let the woman in.
"Finn," Lucien called just as Finn was about to pull the door open.
"Yes, Your Grace," Finn paused, facing the Duke.
"This doesn't get out. Understand?" He asked, his eyes warning.
Finn nodded. "Of course, Your Grace. Understood." With that, he let the woman in.
