Natasha's POV

Thomas shouts orders to his men, commanding them to attack Lucien and Lauren. I watch in horror as the battle rages on, the sounds of violence filling the air. Then, I feel a hand on my arm, and I turn to see Thomas looking at me. His eyes are wild, and he grins at me in a way that makes my skin crawl. "What's wrong with you?" I ask, my voice shaking. He just chuckles, and I start to feel like I’m in danger.

"Do you know why Lucien married you?" Thomas asks, his voice low. I shake my head, my stomach churning. "I don't know," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. He smiles, and I feel a chill run down my spine. "I'll show you," he says, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small red stone, and presses it into my hands. Before I can react, he slices my wrists with a knife, and I cry out in pain. "Why are you doing this?" I manage to ask, my voice shaking.

He explains that I'm the last in the lineage of the Sarvic family, the bloodline of my father. And, according to myth and lege