THE WATCHER'S CLAIM.

THEO’S POINT OF VIEW. I wasn’t listening to Lucien…not really anyway. Yeah, he was in the middle of going off on Roxanne, and declaring war on her entire fucking lineage, while declaring his claim over Sloane while the world watched. But all I could focus on, was her. Seraphina. Her dark hair fell to her back as she stood with tense shoulders, and her entire gaze was transfixed on Lucien. I watched as she bit her lip slightly, a sign of her tension as she clutched her school jacket in between her hands. The sight made my head bleed. From the second Lucien started going off, I watched with rapt attention, every twitch of her lips, her hands, and the way her shoulders jerked every now and then. I doubt she knew it was even happening, because all she did was stare at him. Lucien. I could see the faint tremor in her jaw, the paleness in her cheeks, the way her breath hitched every time Lucien said the name, Sloane. She didn’t look scared for Roxanne, rather, she looked spooked; almost….ha