Elena’s POV
The moonlight bathed the stone corridor in silver as I padded barefoot through the hallway, the hem of my nightdress whispering over the floor.
I couldn't sleep.
Not after the way Lucien had kissed me—possessive, tender, and wild all at once. His lips had tasted like fire and danger, like a promise and a threat. I still felt the ghost of them, tingling against mine, as if part of him lingered inside me now.
And maybe he did.
But it wasn’t just the memory of that kiss that kept me awake.
It was something else.
A stirring under my skin. An itch in the air. The feeling that something was... off.
Like eyes were watching. Like whispers curled behind every closed door.
And worse—I felt something inside me shifting.
I wasn’t just a human girl anymore. I could feel it in my b
