Lucian's POV
"Small world, isn't it?" I smirked, watching the blood drain from his face. The shock written across his features was worth every second of the drive here.
"What on earth are you doing here?" Aiden spat. He took a step toward me, his chest heaving.
"What does it look like?" I tilted my head, leaning casually against the doorframe. "My mate is here. It's only right that I'm wherever she is."
In a flash, he closed the distance. His hand balled into my collar, jerking me forward. His human eyes bled into a dark, predatory gold—the true mark of a shifter pushed to the edge.
"I told you to stay the hell away from her!" he hissed, his breath hot against my face. "Do you not fucking get it?"
I opened my mouth to bite back, but the faint scent of vanilla and rain drifted down the hallway. Alina was coming.
"Why are you trying to hurt me, Aiden?" I dropped my voice, pouting like a kicked puppy. "Alina was the one who invited me in."
