Chapter 182
- Lucian's POV
- The car smelt like leather and Jalin’s cologne - sickly sweet, like rotting roses. I stared at my reflection in the tinted window. The suit he had stuffed me into was too tight around the throat. A king’s attire for a king’s corpse.
- "Sit straight," Jalin said. His gloved finger prods my spine, a mockery of tenderness. "You look like a stray."