Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Chapter 133

Chapter 133: A Moment Too Close

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Ruelle watched as Lucian drew her leg closer and rested her heel against his knee. His fingers worked the buckle loose before he slid the shoe carefully from her foot.

Her eyes lingered on him.

The seriousness on Lucian’s face had none of the temper he had carried back in the den. The darkness in his eyes that had worried her was gone, replaced now with quiet patience.

Lucian set her foot back on the floor. Then, without looking up, his hand reached for the other.

The firelight from the hearth flickered across his features as he worked, the warm glow catching in the dark strands of his hair and along the sharp line of his jaw. His movements were precise and unhurried, as though the small task before him required all of his attention.

Something about the quiet care of it squeezed painfully at her heart.

Ruelle felt a small jolt run through her when Lucian’s fingers pressed lightly against her ankle. When he looked up, the steadiness in his gaze made her breath catch.

"I thought we discussed this at noon. About you and carriages," Lucian murmured. He then set her foot back on the ground. "Come to me if something like today happens again. I will take care of everything."

Ruelle gave a nod before replying, "Okay." After a pause, she asked softly, "But there will be repercussions for what happened in the den... won’t there?"

"Perhaps," Lucian replied, his tone unconcerned. The calm in his voice eased the tightness in her chest. "But nothing worth worrying about."

Lucian rose and drew the small side table closer to them.

He crossed to the cupboard, retrieving a bottle of liquor along with cotton and a clean cloth. He pulled his drawer and picked up something before he poured a glass of water. Stirring it, he returned to sit in front of her on the bed.

it to her. "Drink

drinking, he placed the glass

I need to open the back of the

a whisper,

a little closer with one hand while the other held the dagger. She heard the fabric tear softly behind her and cool air touched her skin. He then

him, perplexed.

seemed reasonable after

arms around his torso. As she did, she

his hand reached the wooden piece lodged in her back, she flinched as if

her, his other hand settling against her lower

going to take it

"One."

words, Lucian pulled the wooden piece cleanly from her back, and for

her body. Tears filled her eyes as she clutched onto him, her fingers digging into

it," Lucian let her

his chest,

fine—You didn’t even count properly!" Her words came out broken as

had begun to

injured before, but never like this. She knew what pouring alcohol on the wound would

"Please don’t—"

pressed lightly against her spine, grounding her. "The wound needs to be cleaned. It will hurt for a moment," he said

torso and her eyes squeezed shut, Lucian poured the alcohol over the wound on her back. The moment it touched

Lucian said gently against her hair. He pressed a clean cloth against the wound. "It’s

said as she breathed harshly. "Thankfully I didn’t turn and get stabbed in the front," her friend would have staked

firmer against her

away with her cheeks flushed. "That would be helpful," she replied, knowing Kevin would

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