SELENEA’S POV
The room was heavy with the aftermath of chaos. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at Lukas’ unconscious body sprawled on the cold, shattered floor. The once pristine bar area was now a wreck—glass shards glittering like broken stars across the polished wood, the faint scent of spilled whiskey mingling with something darker, something I couldn’t place.
I hadn’t moved since it happened. My legs refused to cooperate, trembling as if they’d forgotten how to hold me up. My eyes darted to Lukas’ face, pale and drenched in sweat, his chest rising and falling unevenly as though each breath he took was a battle. What in the moon goddess’ name had I just witnessed?
“What the hell was that?” The question tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it, my voice shaky, raw.
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