[Lucien]
I stared at Fenrick, narrowing my eyes. For a second, I panicked. Had he lost his memories too? If so, why the hell did he still remember me?
Then he chuckled. A casual, grating sound. “I’m kidding,” he said, waving a hand like this was all some damn joke. “Car crashes are normal for us, Lucien. You should know that by now.” His sigh was far too calm.
I didn’t respond. My gaze was already sweeping the area, nostrils flaring at the familiar sweet scent of my wife.
A car door creaked open nearby and Violet stepped out. Even from a distance, her smile looked weak. She moved toward us, the slight sway of her body reminding me to breathe.
“What happened? Have you both been here all along?” And how hadn’t I noticed?
Fenrick’s hand landed on my shoulder—a firm squeeze that I toler
