Lucien’s POV
It took me forever to swim up from the bottom of that dark ocean of consciousness. I smelled it first—something familiar, comforting, something tied to memories I’d buried hundreds of years ago. Selena.
“You’re awake,” she murmured and reached out to press the coolness of her palm against my forehead. “The fever just broke an hour ago.”
"How long was I unconscious?" I inquired, my voice raspy from lack of use.
"Two days." She picked up a glass of water from the nightstand and held it to my lips with the skill of experience. "You nearly died, you know. If I had not come when I did..."
The suggestion lay there in the air between us. I owed her my life, again. How many times since then had this scene been played over, century after century? How many times had the fact that s
