A Crown of Stars
Lucien
She had no clue.
None.
Not of me, not of who I was, or who I was to her.
Hell, I doubted she had any idea who she actually was.
When I felt her presence again—alive, burning through the Veil like the first crack of dawn after a thousand-year night—I f*****g ran to her. I don’t even remember crossing over. Just the sound of my heartbeat crashing in my ears like war drums, and the heat curling up my spine like firelight.
Little did I know just how much seeing her again was going to shred me apart.
I’d been just as mesmerized by her tonight as I had been the first time. Maybe more. It was like fate was mocking me, dangling a tiny thread of salvation just out of reach. She looked as radiant as ever, like she had stepped out of a memory that refused to fade
