Lucien had paused, even if his hand stayed on the hilt of his sword. He didn’t necessarily trust Rhysand but he was right. The news of what Tamlin had done had brought back memories of his own mother, and the feelings of watching her and his father as a youngling.
“I don’t know what I can do,” he answered. “They’re bound. It’s why my mother stayed with my father.” It had to be. There couldn’t be another reason why she would stay with such a terrible male.