Lucien’s POV
Aurora's eyes strayed to the papers scattered on the table as she completed her breakfast. The warmth of the morning sun fighting against the shadows of her past made it clear to me that she was still absorbing the changes taking place around her.
Her protective manner, which she wore like armor, revealed her innocence. It evoked a deep-seated desire in me to shield her and lead her away from the shadows.
As I looked at her and brushed a few hairs out of her face, I could feel the gentle hum of worry rising in my chest.
"Is it truly required? However, I feel fine. She made an uncomfortable change.
"Your body isn't strong enough to heal itself." It will take some time, but you will feel it. Or do you enjoy suffering? My voice was firm yet full of suspense as I inquired.
