LUKAS’S POV
The moon hung low in the sky, it’s pale light filtering through the large windows of my study. The silence of the night wrapped around me like a heavy cloak, suffocating but familiar. I sat in the armchair closest to the fireplace, staring at the flames as they danced and crackled, mirroring the chaos in my head.
“You look like hell,” Callan’s voice cut through the stillness as he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“I feel worse,” I muttered, not bothering to look up.
Callan dropped into the chair across from me, his dark hair tousled and his expression lined with worry. “You’ve been avoiding me all day. What’s going on?”
I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Where do I even start?”
“Try the beginning,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed. “Y
