Some people pray when they reach the end of the line but I chanted Luca’s name as an incantation... as my own personal prayer.
Luca.
Luca.
Luca.
“Wake up, frumoasa.”
I didn’t move nor did I open my eyes. I was so sore. My entire body felt utterly spent like it was ripped apart from the inside out. Everything was hurting.
“That’s it.” The silky smooth voice coaxed. “Open your eyes, frumoasa.”
I know this voice. I’ve heard this voice before... in my dorms, right before I moved into the castle with Luca.
“Frumoasa,” The voice continued to coo. Listening to the voice made me think of melted butter or honey. The kind that lured you in... the kind people warded you off of because one should never trust a person that sounded like that.
Only, it’s not a person was it?
No. His smell ce
