Seren
Lucian caught me before I could fall sideways. “Easy,” he murmured, helping me sit against a tree. The ground was cold beneath my bare skin, damp leaves sticking to my legs, but I barely felt it. Everything inside me felt hollowed out, like I’d poured every last drop of myself into Lucian and left nothing behind.
Kara curled close in my mind, no longer blazing and fierce, exhausted but protective. ‘You didn’t overdo it,’ she said softly. ‘You did exactly what was needed.’
“Feels like I’m dying,” I muttered.
Lucian’s hands framed my face. His eyes—steady, warm, alive—searched mine. “You’re not dying. You’re exhausted. There’s a difference.”
A weak huff of laughter escaped me. “You would know.”
His lips twitched. “Apparently.”
A familiar, powerful presence sliced through the for
