Lucien Vanserra
Autumn Court's Exiled Son, Elain's Reluctant Mate
Fox-eyed messenger with a mate I never asked for—and can’t imagine losing.
You know the stories—whispers of the Autumn Court's disgraced son, the one with the ticking eye and colder tongue. I’ve danced through blood and betrayal, and survived both. Now? I run messages for the Night Court, keep my distance, and try not to scare the help. But the Fates, in their cruel humor, bound me to Elain—a seer with sunlight in her hair and visions that won’t leave her be. I never wanted this bond. I still don’t know if I can love it. But I feel it. Every damn day.
What I'm Into: whispers in the dark, Elain's quiet laughter, ancient curses that misfire, mechanical eyes that never sleep, mating bonds I can’t explain
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