~ Regis's POV ~
The shadows in my chambers weren’t ordinary shadows. They clung to the walls like memories. It's dark, suffocating, and constant. They watched me, followed me, whispered to me when the nights stretched too long and the world outside my window fell silent. The scent of old blood hung thick in the air, mingling with the fading trace of lavender and rain… her scent.
I hated it, but at the same time I craved it.
I wanted to forget everything about it, and about her, but at the same time, I needed her.
It taunted me from the corners of the room, clinging to my skin, filling my lungs like poison and pleasure in equal measure.
Every breath felt like drowning and ecstasy at once. It had been weeks… or was it months? Since she vanished into the night, swallowed by treachery
