Lucas looks at him. She had a file? That was never a good sign. Not for the slave at least. He listened as his brother walked over and crouched down to her level. He watched as he held a conversation with her. Goddess??? He heard his mind yelling. She was a goddess? He saw his brother's malicious grin towards her. His own heart skipped a beat. He waited. He was fearing his brother was going to injure her...sell her piece by piece to the highest bidder. He had seen that happen. He walked over once she blacked out. Knowing she hadn't heard the last one. At an indication that he could pick her up he knelt down. Picking her up and carrying her bridal style. "Have one of the other's...bring her things to my room." He says. Vanishing into the shadows and walks through a wall...literally. He just phased through the wall. Reappearing in his room. His chest was starting to hurt after he lay her down. Sinking to his knees and panting a bit. Pulling his medicine out. The pill flew down his throat. So much tension had filled him. He had felt her pain as his own. He knew that was the only reason his brother made her black out rather than hitting her like he had clearly wanted to do. He swallowed his pill and took a few breaths.