Elian stood in the middle of his room as Lucien walked away.
He didn't understand his purpose.
Why had he been kept here?
He understood the Duke's logic: keeping him close to manipulate his powers and hide him from the council. But did he have to put Elian in his chambers?
"Your Grace," Elian called as Lucien was about to open the door.
Lucien paused, not turning. But his stance already told Elian that he had stopped for him.
Elian cleared his throat, taking a step toward Lucien.
"Um... I wanted to ask..." Elian paused behind Lucien, biting his lip. "Why have you brought me here?" he questioned slowly, hoping he didn't get in trouble for asking too much.
Lucien stared at the wall, a frown creasing his forehead.
"This is where I want you to be. This is where you shall always stay—"
"No..." Elian blurted, chewing the inside of his lip as he took a step backward, his fingers curling into his palm.
There, he'd done it. Provoked the devil that was almost leaving.
