“Well, my lady? The crowd is waiting,” Kovak said with that fake laugh of his. I raised my chin, fisting my hands tightly, my eyes never leaving his. “Gabriel St. Revent,” I said, my voice barely louder than a whisper. And the crowd cheered again. Lucien watched me like I’d just ripped his heart right out of his chest. His lips parted and his brows narrowed, and I could have sworn he shook his head. A single tear slipped from my eye—I couldn’t stop it. It hurt too much. I barely breathed because he’d already claimed my breath.
