Lucian shook his head slightly, exhaling as he watched Cassandra pull a pistol from behind her back, the cold steel now aimed directly at him. His lips curled into a faint, sorrowful smile, arms crossing over his chest as a flicker of confusion passed through his eyes.
"So... what do we have here?" he mused, voice calm, almost amused, though his mind was somewhere else entirely.
He wasn't worried not about the gun, not about her intent. Beneath his clothes, an invisible bulletproof vest, a gift from Max, lay snug against his skin. He had equipped it after last night's disaster. He would never let that mistake repeat itself, not after what had happened to Rose. If only he had been more serious back then… if only.
His gaze locked onto Cassandra's. "So, you really want to kill me?" His voice was steady, unreadable, as he took a slow, silent step forward.
