Lucius's POV
It was impossible. It couldn't be her, yet everything inside me screamed otherwise. The moment I saw her approach, I froze. My demons, the ones that had been silent since I first laid eyes on her, howled in recognition. There was no denying it—the pull was too strong. It was her. But the scent... it was all wrong, altered. She'd masked it.
Her hair, once a rich brown, now shimmered darker, a deep shade of black that threw me off. No one could hide their identity from me—not fully. Still, beneath the layers of illusion, there was a hint of her—a trace of that familiar scent. It was her, no doubt. The little witch, the one who had awaken me and tried caging me.
