LUCIEN
The mirror before me gave me nothing but the truth… Sharp lines. Dark suit. A controlled breath that did not quite disguise the pull beneath my ribs.
It's the truth I had tried to bury deep within me, but eventually it had unleashed. Now, there is no going back from it.
I had worn black before, always in fact. The shade was practically synonymous with my name, but today’s black was different. Or perhaps, it's just my feelings…
I glanced at my lycan. He was sitting beneath my skin, quiet, unnervingly quiet actually.
He had not been this calm in years. Not since the curse sank its fangs into both of us, and perhaps not before that either.
But after last night, after touching her. After tasting the smallest piece of what should have always been ours, he was steady.
