36 Let her go

"Come on, let's go to the stable. A horse race against your sweet old brother might just be what you need to feel better."

He took her hand and dragged her along, he did not want to give her an opportunity to say no. Cleopatra trudged behind him, hoping that the race would help distract her from Draven, no matter how temporal.

Throughout the walk to the stable, Lucien kept looking back at his sister to be sure she wasn't still sulking. She was not exactly wearing a smile, but he preferred that to her crying.

Neither Levina nor Draven saw Lucien approaching them. Levina was still weeping in his arms, like a child that just lost her mother, when Cleopatra pulled her by the hair and yanked her out of Draven's hand.

"What is going on here?" Lucien's livid eyes darted from Levina's soaked face to Draven's surprised face, with an underlying promise to cause havoc.