Xlynor's POV
I felt it even before I woke up. I was holding something warm. No. I had my left arm wrapped tightly around it and pressing it against me like it was the air I needed to survive.
Wait, warm? That alone was wrong.
I never felt anything on days like this. I never even had thoughts or a mind of my own. My demons never allowed it.
So why was I… calm?
A sharp pain split across my skull the second I tried to move, and a hiss left my throat as I pressed a hand to my temple.
What the hell happened?
The room smelled of blood. And something else, something familiar, addictive, and intoxicating, which surprisingly left me calm.
I forced my eyes open and scanned around.
One of the chandeliers hanging on the ceiling above me had fallen, and the bulbs were not steady. They kept bli
