LUCAS POV.
The room swam, the colors blurring into one. There was only the feeling of pain, and it wracked through my body, shattering every little fragment of my thoughts.
The sound of his dagger slicing through my skin and bone like butter still made me shudder, and I clenched my fist around the sheet, my teeth clenched so tightly, I was surprised they didn't break.
My whole arm was on fire, and remembering the lifeless look in Nicolai's eyes as he stabbed me repeatedly made my gut clench. He'd contemplated killing me- I'd seen it in his gaze- but, at the last minute, restrained himself.
I knew he still burned with it, and if I were to go to him, he'd do it without reserve.
Cold damp cloth touched my forehead, and I blinked, barely making out the face that hovered over mine. The
