Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Chapter 44: Clearance of assumption

Lucian let out a faint sigh, the tension in his stance easing only slightly as he adjusted his cloak with a swift, practiced movement. His eyes remained fixed on Ruelle, his gaze sharp and assessing, as if quietly taking inventory of her dishevelled state.

"Wear your shoes," he instructed, his voice quiet but firm. "Let’s get back. Blake and your friend are still searching for you."

Ruelle blinked, momentarily disoriented, before glancing towards the door where her shoes lay haphazardly on the floor. She bent down to pick them up, while noticing how his gaze never wavered. When she glanced back at him, his expression remained unreadable, a hint of scrutiny lingering in his eyes. He didn’t move.

"Is... something wrong?" she asked hesitantly, feeling a shiver run down her spine under his unyielding stare.

But Lucian didn’t respond. His gaze lingered, drifting slowly downward. She followed it and froze, realising with a start that the top buttons of her blouse had come undone. A deep blush crept up her cheeks as she hurriedly fumbled to fasten them, her fingers trembling slightly from both the cold and residual fear.

"Sorry, I didn’t—" she began, her voice barely a whisper. "I didn’t know when that happened." Her words faltered as she avoided his gaze, focusing instead on steadying her own shaky hands. She couldn’t help but feel vulnerable in front of him, but she kept her head down.

She glanced up again, catching Lucian’s gaze briefly before he looked down to her bare feet with a slight, almost faint crease of disapproval between his eyebrows.

muttered, his voice low. "Sexton isn’t a place

clean. Ruelle hesitated, feeling her embarrassment deepen, before nodding and sliding her feet into her shoes, still fumbling with the buckles in her nervousness. "I can walk just

spoke in a tone that was quiet but unmistakably stern. "If you could walk’just fine,’ you wouldn’t have spent half the night locked away in a cupboard." He watched

argument, and Ruelle quickly secured her shoes, though her face flushed in discomfort under his steady gaze. They started down the corridor, and for a while, silence hung between them, the only sounds being the rumble of constant thunder. She touched her cheeks, feeling the coldness where the tears had earlier streaked down.

Ruelle finally said, breaking the

can be quite annoying," he replied, his tone calm and detached, as if explaining a simple fact. "He left you in my care, seemingly to

fact he had gone out of his way to search meant more to her than she dared express. Despite his distant demeanour, he had been the one to pull her out of

silence only broken by the soft hum of the rain. "I thought of informing your husband about you missing and not back in the room, but time was short," Lucian remarked without looking at her, his tone remaining even and indifferent. "You should report the trouble you face.

up at

did that

said flatly, "Your memory is worse than I thought. I’m talking about Henley. Isn’t

cheeks heat with embarrassment. "Oh, no," she stammered, realising the misunderstanding. "Henley’s

brow furrowed, irritation flickering across his features. He asked, "Then why would you imply

I had a husband?" Ruelle asked,