Lucien's brother's cell was down to the floor of where he was standing at that time. He needed to pass by the auditorium. So, he took a turn to his side, and then two more before reaching straight to the stairs. He was about to pass by that hall, his feet froze when he heard a melodious voice coming out of that room.
He was a cruel man, but he liked music, a little pique about it.
Pushing the door open, he walked inside, and instantly his gaze narrowed to see the person on the stage, singing with a guitar in her hand. His gaze followed her sensual movements, and her perfect curves that were visible for the tight shirt she was wearing. Those clothes were ordinary, yet looked somewhere more expensive and modest than the dresses the women of his pack were wearing in that room.
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