Drake POV
The day Lucius awakened, I felt centuries of chains shatter inside me.
I hadn't realized how long I had been living bent, twisted, forced to bow my head under the weight of his curse, until I saw him standing again. My brother. My prince. Alive. Breathing. With fury in his eyes and vengeance in his veins.
Lucius wasn't dead. He wasn't lost. He was here, in the flesh, smirking at me like we'd only been apart a week instead of centuries.
Which meant one thing: I was free.
Free from Elizabeth. Free from that bloodline curse and the endless game of chasing a ghost through her lineage. I didn't have to pretend interest in Eve's sister anymore. The obsession with securing her blood had died the instant Lucius breathed again.
Now? I could finally pursue her.
The one who had haunted me every damned night.
Eve.
