Chapter 85

Lucien's POV The chamber was too quiet. There was no Scarlett to laugh, get pissed off, or even get angry at me whenever I tried to get her to rest. Especially knowing how tired she always was, but she would still push herself, fighting both for herself and for others. I wanted her to get some rest and take a break, but she wouldn't. I couldn't do anything about it. If that's what made her happy, I tried to accept it and simply watch over her from behind, so that if she ever fell, she'd know it wouldn't hurt—because no matter where she was, I'd always be there to catch her. That damned mistress of Alexander always tried to send something to scare and get rid of Scarlett. I always intercepted it, and counterattacked together with her, all without letting Scarlett notice. But it seemed I was too careless and failed at my job—since Faye's tricks somehow slipped through and reached Scarlett. I sat at Scarlett's bedside, her hand cold in mine. She hadn't stirred since the ritual. There was