SELENEA’S POV
The early morning chill prickled at my skin as I padded into the kitchen, carving the bitter bite of coffee to silence the chaos in my mind. My head felt like it had been split open, every breath accompanied by the haunting images that had replayed relentlessly every time I tried to close my eyes the previous night.
The 3D model of my death—a grotesque masterpiece my mind had crafted—played on a loop. Each iteration was vivid, sharper, crueler than the last. The sounds of my screams, the darkness enveloping me, the helplessness… It was all so real, so suffocating. I hadn’t slept a wink.
I stepped into the kitchen and froze, my train of thought derailed by the unexpected sight in front of me. Lukas sat at the bar, his tall frame hunched slightly, a glass of amber liquid in
