The next morning found them back in Drew’s office, sunlight cutting through the tall glass panels in pale gold streaks. Faint floral traces wanted through the open window, and Liana sighed, her mind distracted.
The room felt different in daylight- less informal, more administrative - but the weight of power still pressed into every corner.
Liana sat at the desk opposite Drew, rubbing at her temple absently. Her eyes were dull, her lips pursed, her head aching as she tried to recall her nightmares. The same ones that had been recurring since after the attack.
The essence of it had clung to her long after she’d woken. A cave. Blood. Fire. A howl that didn’t sound like her own. It left a dull ache behind her eyes, one that no amount of sleep seemed to fix. And Lucian. He was definitely th
