Lucian
I paced the room, the sound of my boots scuffing against the wooden floor as I tried to make sense of it all. The memory of our last argument still simmered in my mind—her words slicing through me like a blade, my own rage fueling the fire between us. But it wasn’t the fight that haunted me. It was something else.
I had seen it. Felt it. The flicker of light, the strange warmth when her hands had brushed over my wounds. It wasn’t natural—nothing about her was. But this was different. Something more. Something I couldn’t ignore.
Damn her.
The thought of her healing me without my permission made my blood boil, but the deeper truth, the one I hated admitting, kept clawing at me. *She had healed me*. I had felt my body mending itself under her touch, the pain ebbing away. And now,
