Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Not so gentle

Ruelle blinked at him. The pitter-patter of rain now faded into silence. She blurted out,

"You hate humans."

Lucian didn’t deny it. "I do." His voice was smooth, effortless. A truth so straightforward, so absolute, that it required no further explanation.

She watched as he sauntered to his desk, picked up the lit candle, and dragged the chair toward the bed. The soft scrape of wood against the floor filled the silence. He placed the candle atop the seat.

When he turned back to her, she murmured to herself in confusion, "But you helping me..."

A faint smirk ghosted across his lips before disappearing. "What better way to spend an evening than stabbing a human’s ears?" The words were casual, as if they held no real weight. He closed the distance between them, his tone bored. "It might quench the rage. Don’t mistake it for anything else."

Ruelle hesitated. "You don’t have to—"

Lucian cut her off by plucking the needle from her grasp with effortless precision. His gaze flicked over her face—assessing, calculating—before turning away. He walked toward the bed and sat down, tapping his hand against the beige bedspread.

"Are you going to let me do this," he drawled, red eyes glinting, "or waste the entire night standing there?"

She wasn’t sure if she should accept his help, but the thought of struggling with the needle herself was far worse. She murmured, "Okay."

Walking to the bed, Ruelle carefully perched on it, keeping enough distance between them that she had to lean forward slightly for him to reach her.

ease. The sharp scent of alcohol filled the air as he poured the liquid over

the metal glow under the orange light made her stomach twist. Desperate for distraction, she forced

be

Lucian didn’t look away from

you missed a test, you

to her. The weight of it was unsettling, unreadable. Then, just

he replied, twirling the needle between his

tests in a day? Ruelle asked

Lucian gestured toward her.

against her ribs, and when Lucian lifted the needle, she noticed his hands—long fingers, elegant yet strong. The kind of

but now, in the candlelight, she could see the details. His dark, tousled hair framed his face in careless waves, some strands falling across his dark eyebrows, which was effortlessly intimidating. His jaw was defined

moment it neared her earlobe, she felt its heat

Lucian stared at her.

admitted sheepishly,

her. Again, she flinched. This time,

set

pale," his voice was lazily unimpressed, studying her for a long moment. Her lips parted, ready to deny it. "I

stings in Seduction Techniques

it comes

of the needle?" she

assessing her with that familiar cool detachment. "You’re afraid of a tiny prick, yet you’re in a class that demands much more than this. Or

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