LUKAS’S POV
The night was heavy with silence as Selenea called after me. Her voice was soft, hesitant, but it carried enough weight to stop me in my tracks. I turned slowly, my chest tightening at the way she stood there, arms wrapped around herself as if shielding against the vulnerability in her own words.
“Wait,” she said, her tone trembling yet resolute. “I… I want to understand.”
Her eyes—those sharp, piercing orbs—met mine, and for a moment, I was undone. How could someone so fierce and unyielding look so uncertain, so lost?
“What do you want to understand?” I asked, my voice low, a question layered with more than I could express.
She hesitated, chewing her bottom lip as if weighing her next words. “You,” she said finally. “Your curse. Your…everything.”
I sighed, the weight o
