Aurora:
The room was quiet except there was a soft humming sound.
A woman sat on the floor, her long hair spilling forward as she arranged a set of carved dolls in a perfect circle. There was no one else with her in the room, and I didn't know who she was talking to when we were standing in the doorway.
My first impression was that she was a witch and might be preparing for black magic. She looked fragile, lost in her own world.
When she heard the door open, her head snapped up. The moment her eyes found Lucien, her dull eyes brightened. She gasped and leapt to her feet.
Before I could understand, she ran to him while giggling like a child.
"Lucien!"
Once she reached him, she jumped. He caught her mid-run in his strong arms and lifted her so gently as if she were made of glass. Someone too fragile, too precious.
"Giana," he muttered softly, "Easy, love."
