LUCAS’ POV
Selene’s weakness confirmed everything I needed to know, she had been hesitant at first. I could tell by the way she had reacted when I suggested that she should contact Dante but ultimately she made the right decision.
She could barely stand when I found her that morning, her skin pale, lips tinged faintly blue, sweat clinging to her hairline despite the cold. She tried to straighten when she heard me, tried to mask it but I had been watching her too long to miss the signs.
The bond had reacted.
Hard.
I crouched in front of her, studying the tremor in her hands, the way her breath stuttered when she thought I wasn’t looking. “Easy,” I said, keeping my voice calm, gentle. “You pushed yourself too far.”
Her eyes flickered guilt, fear, something else she hid too quickly. “I
