"Madelyn?" Cordelia whispered.
She looked down, cursing under her breath. There couldn't be a worse time.
What was she going to do now? She wasn't prepared for it. She frowned out of fear. Wasn't this woman supposed to be hiding somewhere, out of everyone's sight? Why on earth was Madelyn where she was there, vulnerable and supportless?
"How have you been? Do you know how much I looked for you? Are you well? You look thinner." Lucian cupped her face with both hands and said in a concern-filled voice.
He brushed her hair from her face to look at her dull yet beautiful face lovingly and attentively. He then quickly scanned her fragile-looking body. He was searching for any wounds or bruises, fresh or old ones. But there was none, to his relief.
Cordelia was stunned. Didn't Samael te
