LEAH
The morning is awfully cold today. It's been more than two weeks and my wounds are almost fully healed. A normal wolf would heal from an arrow wound in a matter of hours, but me being my wolfless self, I'm still stuck in my bed.
I stare at the ceiling like it's supposed to blink. The huge blankets covering me are warm, but my skin is cold, too cold.
Lucian brought me flowers this morning, again. He barely said a word, just set them on the windowsill and tucked the corner of my blanket. He probably thought I was still asleep. Maybe I wanted him to think I was. He didn’t kiss me this time. He just muttered something I couldn't make out in my pretend sleep, and smiled a little.
I breathe in slowly, the scent of the white jasmine he brought clinging to the air like a memory.
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