Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Chapter 46: Scent of forgotten shadows

It was past five in the evening, and Ruelle sat curled up on the worn velvet couch, her knees tucked beneath her. The low rumble of thunder rolled outside, shaking the windows with its distant warning of a storm. Faint echoes of muffled laughter outside the heavy wooden door could be heard.

Dane had left an hour ago, hovering like an older brother Ruelle had never had the opportunity to know. He made sure she ate and rested. Now alone, she read a book Hailey had passed to her two days ago. Her friend’s words were, "I was told it was going to be helpful in Seduction Techniques class," but just a few pages in, her cheeks burned.

This was the type of book that, if caught reading outside Sexton, women would be dipped in a bathtub of holy water. Yet she couldn’t deny the curiosity that tugged at her as she flipped to the next page.

’...her breath hitched as his lips brushed her ear, his voice low and commanding. His fingers teased beneath the edge of her dress, tracing the line of her thigh—’

"Feeling better?"

The deep voice startled her, and Ruelle slammed the book shut, fumbling to shove it behind her pillow. Her wide eyes flew to the doorway. There stood Lucian, his tall figure half-shadowed against the dim light of the corridor. His dark cloak hung off his shoulders, dripping rainwater onto the floor, his expression neutral but sharp enough to set her heart racing.

"I—" Ruelle cleared her throat, her cheeks burning. "I didn’t hear you come in."

"I noticed," Lucian replied dryly, stepping fully into the room. "I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important," he added, his tone as smooth and cool as the storm air outside. His gaze flickered to the pillow briefly, then to her flushed face.

"No, I was just reading," Ruelle said quickly, her voice uneven. "I’m feeling better. Dane made sure I rested."

"I see," Lucian murmured. He then turned towards the open door and instructed someone outside, "Bring it in and set it by the bath."

Soon, Ruelle noticed two guards step into the room, carrying a tall, polished wooden divider between them. Without a word, they placed it neatly beside the bath and straightened as though awaiting further orders.

"Dismissed," Lucian said flatly, shutting the door behind them as they left. When his eyes met Ruelle’s, he said, "I thought it would be inconvenient to ask you to leave the room every time I needed privacy."

"I am sorry for causing you inconvenience," Ruelle murmured, her voice small.

"Don’t trouble yourself with idle thoughts," Lucian replied coolly as he shrugged off his cloak. Water dripped onto the floor as he hung it on the coat rack. His damp hair fell into his eyes, and he brushed it back with a precise, impatient hand. He then moved to the drawer, pulling out a bundle of candles.

"Let me do that," Ruelle said quickly, rising from the couch.

"Sit." The single word, spoken softly, carried an authority that stopped her mid-step. Lucian turned his head, his dark eyes pinning her in place.

"But—"

Lucian’s slight narrowing of his eyes silenced her, and she sank back into the couch. "You’re still recovering," he remarked, his voice low but firm. "Stop wearing yourself out trying to please everyone."

flickered to life, casting warm shadows on the walls and illuminating his sharp features. She couldn’t help but think how light had a strange way of softening even the hardest of edges, as though it were intent on

had passed, leaving Sexton bathing in

potion classroom for first years, the Groundlings and Elites sat in front of flasks and tubes. Ruelle sat between Hailey and Kevin. Mr. Savantique, their instructor of the

soul," he began, his gaze sweeping the room. "A memory potion, if done correctly, can pull forth repressed or forgotten memories. If done poorly—" He paused, letting the silence stretch. "—it

through the students, a

always, the key lies in balance. Too much of one ingredient, too little of another, and you risk tipping the scales. Pay attention to the instructions that have been placed before you. A reminder

who seemed as excited as her to get started. As much as they walked on eggshells at Sexton,

have no trouble creating the perfect potion," Hailey commented as she began to cut and powder

to her cauldron, she felt a strange weight settle over her. The mixture bubbled and hissed, its colour shifting unpredictably between pale red and

do all our potions look different...?" Kevin

the required ingredients, Mr. Reynolds," Mr. Savantique appeared right behind him. "Even if everyone gets the details right, even a minute makes a difference, and the memory viewing might not be the same for

Savantique then walked to look at Ruelle’s potion, before glancing at Hailey’s cauldron and then moving to the next

As the potion settled into a pale silver hue, a faint mist

too!" Hailey replied with

at his potion, and said worried, "Why do I feel like I am

her spine. It curled towards her

windows was gone, replaced by the flickering orange glow of firelight. The air was thick with the stench of smoke and the metallic tang of blood. A low, feral growl rumbled in the distance, followed by the unmistakable sound of steel clashing

The piercing scream of a man echoed, his terror so raw it made Ruelle’s

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licking at her skin through the soles of her shoes. Screams rented the air—a

potion go wrong? Was she hallucinating? Before she could think further, she heard her father’s voice,

His face was marred with

here!" her mother’s voice rang out. There were more screams

hurt. "What did you do?!" he bellowed, his voice cracking under the weight of rage and desperation. He

her voice trembling, but the words died in

through the air: "RUN BEFORE IT’S TOO LA—" The voice was silenced abruptly,

father’s grip on her arm tightened as he spun towards the chaos. He shouted, "CURSED CREATURES! Tch!

mother said, carrying Caroline in her

"...elle? Ruelle?"

she found herself gripping the edge of her cauldron, her

his

hand to her chest in an attempt to steady her racing heart. The phantom heat and screams