Lucian's POV.
I wake with a start.
The room is dark, but not silent. There's a soft, rhythmic tapping — barely audible, but enough to pull me from the fragile edges of sleep. My heart kicks up, not with fear, but with something… familiar. Electric. Pulling.
She's here.
I don't need to look. I feel her before I ever lay eyes on her. That unmistakable tug in my chest, the thrum of connection that no distance can weaken. Emory.
I sit up slowly, brushing a hand through my hair and glancing at the clock on my nightstand. Just past midnight. The house is still. Quiet.
Another gentle tap tap tap at the window.
My lips curl into a smile before I even reach the glass. I already know what I’m going to find, but when I part the curtains and look out into the moonlit yard, my heart forgets how
