Selene's POV
Despite my resolve, I had never felt so tongue-tied in my life. Every time I tried to approach Lucian, the words tangled in my throat. It wasn't that I doubted him. If anything, I trusted him more than anyone else. But asking him to help me with my practical Healer training was proving far more difficult than I'd anticipated. The instructor's suggestion that practicing on a male werewolf worked best when there was a "close bond"—like a boyfriend—had rattled me more than I wanted to admit.
It wasn't just the idea of practicing with Lucian that unsettled me. It was the unspoken tension between us. We both seemed determined to ignore whatever it was that simmered beneath the surface, but asking him for this kind of help felt like peeling back a layer I wasn't ready to confront
