Chapter 121 Trust No One

• ~ Lucian ~
• We barely made it out. My chest still heaved from the adrenaline, each breath bringing the sharp reminder of how close we’d come to disaster. The ambush had been planned, coordinated, as if the rogues knew every move we were going to make. There was no denying it now—someone had tipped them off.
• The thought only fueled the rage simmering inside me as we approached the gates of Silvercrest. My eyes darted to Elara, who winced with every step, her hand pressed against the shallow wound on her arm. The sight of her blood had sent me spiraling during the ambush, my only focus being to get her out of there alive. Now, that same guilt sat heavy on my chest, like a weight I couldn’t shake.