Lomi’s POV
The night was heavy, the kind of silence that pressed against your chest until breathing felt like a burden. I had buried my brother only hours ago, and the weight of it was still crushing me. Lucian was gone. My twin, my other half, the one who had always steadied me when the world tilted.
I should have gone home. I should have stayed with the mourners, with the people whispering condolences that meant nothing. Instead, my feet carried me through the shadows, my cloak pulled tight, toward the one person I swore I would never see again.
Kaziel.
The warlock who had haunted my thoughts long before Lucian’s death. The man I had pushed away, convinced I could never give him what he wanted. And yet tonight, grief dragged me to him.
The abandoned chapel where we met was lit o
