Elian had made himself invisible by retiring to his room.
But before he left, he saw how Lucien's attention was completely shifted away from him. Rowena was back, and whatever he thought was building up around them was shattered like a brittle brick.
He rid himself of his clothing and stepped inside his bath, soaking in the warm water to cleanse himself of the Duke's gentle touch. Those memories in the cabin... he would cherish them. They were proof that inside the monster lived a man who was capable of feeling, a man who was ready to lower his guards and let someone in, a man who knew not only coldness but warmth and extreme gentleness.
All those things made Elian wonder exactly what had happened between Lucien and Lysandra. His instinct told him that every little darkness Lucien had gathered started with Lysandra, and it was eating at his soul to know what had eaten Lucien's soul away.
