I was cleaning the blood off Lucien’s body with a wet cloth when I saw his brows furrowed. They tightened fiercely and his lips quivered. I stretched forward to wake him up, but decided against it, letting my hands fall to my sides. I watched that continue for a while and then finally, he relaxed. His eyes were still closed but he seemed much more calmer.
His eyes opened a while later, and they locked with mine first. My expression was neutral as I asked him, “Did you finally find peace?”
“Sophie.” He hurried to sit and I quickly forced him back down.
“You can’t move.” I warned, “I know you heal fast, but you’re still not all better.”
He grabbed my hand and held it to his chest. “You’re not angry at me?”
I directed a shrewd look at him, and asked. “What do you think?”
“I’m sorry, So
