Lucian's POV
*****
"What do we do now?" Aurora's voice broke in a panic as she helped Lucian back on his feet. "This is getting out of control. Is the Dark Hand threatening to destroy us? Are they—"
"You'll have to calm down, sister," Lucian spoke through heavy breaths, sitting on the edge of his bed and keeping the Dark Hand letter aside.
Aurora paused her panicking, glaring at him through the darkness in the room. "Calm down? After all of this? It's clear whoever wiped your memories still has some kind of hold on you."
She kept on pacing around while Lucian rubbed his forehead with an exhausted sigh.
His mind flashed briefly with all the things he saw when he touched the Dark Hand letter:
The man wearing a black cloak and a mask. The sickly yellow eyes which looked way too close to gold. The flames. Elian's voice saying something incoherent through it all.
And then the words that spurred fear in his being.
