Lucian's eyes were narrowed to slits and moonlight curved around his body as it spilled in through the balcony. “I thought you were gone."

"You will be hating me soon enough." Something flickered in Lucian’s eyes, until he snapped his fingers, and they went cold. “Seize him."

“I don’t care. I don’t care what is wrong with him, you are going to find a way to fix it and bring him back."

Finally, the slave’s eyes met Lucian’s. Defiantly. Like a no-good, bratty teen. Fire burned inside the slave’s indignant brown eyes.

It had been a nightmare. A labyrinth of death, of traps, of beasts tearing at you from every darkened corner.