Chapter 138

ALEXANDROS Lucian. My firstborn. A coldhearted murderer. The reason I have torn myself apart for the past five hundred years. But still my son. The apple of his mother’s eye. The boy who was born with his name already ingrained into his soul. As soon as we discovered she was carrying a boy, Elena and I wished for him to be named Ares—a strong name for a son of House Drakos. But the moment he was born, we both knew Ares was not his name. It was Lucian. I can still recall that day with astounding clarity even over seven hundred years later. I thought I told you to stay out of my head! His wrath fills my consciousness, and I fight his efforts to shut me out. I am not entirely sure why I can reach him now after so many centuries, but I suspect it has something to do with how Ophelia’s powers have magnified my own. I know what you asked of me, but I will take only a few moments of your time, Lucian. Please? I owe you nothing. Get out of my fucking head! Every word is infused with his pain.