The pain dissipated the moment his fingers left his skin, severing the connection and his message delivered.

Almost like clockwork the scene shifted and his hand moved from the mirror in his pocket to his wand holster as precautionary gesture. But his hand remained still, dark eyes narrowing on the scene as it unfolded and easily caught the acknowledging glance but reciprocated nothing. There was no need for it...just as there was no need for him to lift a finger to help the lovers caught in the fray.

This was all his cue to leave and rendezvous with Simone.

Fading back into the shadows where he stood, Lucien's lips curled into a nasty smirk as he walked away from the scene and vanished from sight.