The soft hues of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm and gentle glow over the room. Lily stirred, her eyes fluttering open as the remnants of a dream lingered on the edges of her consciousness. The events of the previous night flooded back to her – the intense intimacy shared with Lucian.
Even though her body was sore from their night of lovemaking, she had no regrets. Her condition should have been worse, but the blood she received from Lucian seemed to have aided her healing.
A contented smile curved her lips as she turned her gaze to the figure beside her. Lucian lay there, his features softened by his closed eyes. His presence was a reassuring anchor, a tangible reminder of the way their bond had evolved. She watched him for a moment, the weight of their share
