Inside Rosalie's room, Lucas looked around at all of them, noticing the expressions on their faces, curiosity mixed with hesitation, as though they wanted to ask more but weren't sure where to begin.
Carlisle, calm and composed as the head of the family, finally spoke."Why don't we sit and have a proper talk?" he suggested, his tone measured yet carrying the weight of intrigue about Lucas being a spirit.
They all nodded, but Lisa broke the silence with a nervous laugh."Um, before that… could you maybe change those clothes and the halo above your head? It feels… awkward, like we're standing before some higher being."as she looked at him.
Lucas smirked at her words and with a mere thought, his astral dress shifted back to his usual attire. The radiant halo dissolved into a golden-red colored ribbon, tying his long hair from top to bottom like a sleek, flowing staff.
This time, no one gasped. They had begun to expect the unexpected from him.
Alice muttered,"Well, that was fast," grinning as though she had just witnessed a superhero's costume change in a cartoon.
Rosalie, however, said nothing. She simply wrapped her arms around Lucas, holding him tightly, her embrace screaming louder than words, warning anyone who might try to separate them that they would have to go through her first.
Lucas looked down at her, warmth in his eyes. Seeing her cling to him so desperately, unwilling to let go, he smiled softly. With ease, he lifted her into one arm as though she weighed nothing, cradling her like a baby. Rosalie only smiled and nestled closer her hand now wrapped around his neck, her cold skin pressing against his warmth, the warmth she now cherished as the best thing in her existence.
The others, watching, smiled faintly before leaving the room and heading toward the living room, shaking their heads at the display of their affection.
Once seated, the couples settled with their mates' hands entwined. Edward, the only one alone, caught their subtle flaunting. Though he ignored it outwardly, inside jealousy gnawed at him as he thought about Bella.
Breaking the quiet, Rosalie's voice trembled with both fear and hope."Luc… answer me this and only question. As a spirit… are you immortal?"Her question hung in the air, heavy. For her, this answer could shape her entire future.
Lucas met her gaze. In her golden eyes, he saw raw hope, desperate for reassurance as he gave her a gentle smile."Yes. When I became a spirit, my aging stopped. So… yes, technically, I'm immortal." and said while patting her hands lightly, grounding her.
Relief washed over Rosalie's face as she hear his answer just like she wanted to listen. A smile bloomed, soft and radiant, as the faintest shadow of fear in her heart disappeared. To her, nothing else mattered now—only him.
The others, seeing Rosalie's joy, exchanged glances. They had all witnessed the torment she endured when Lucas lay unconscious. Now, watching her smile again, they couldn't help but feel at ease.
Carlisle leaned forward, his curiosity burning. "Lucas, how did you become a spirit in the first place? I've never read of anything like you. When I first discovered your mark, I searched my oldest collections for answers, but found nothing. Now… this spirit form of yours. How?"as he finally asked him after Lucas gives Rosalie the answer of her question.
Lucas exhaled softly, masking the truth with a lie."I don't know why I became a spirit… but I think I know how. It might be connected to my mark and the technique I created."said as he didn't want to tell the truth and the God stuff.
Ignoring the flicker of shock across their faces, he continued."When I performed Sun Breathing, my body always felt like it was absorbing some kind of energy from the air. And when Rosalie's venom entered my system, that same energy seemed to reject it as if it doesn't wanted me to become vampire ." His tone was thoughtful, as though puzzling it out in real time. Even Jasper, reading his emotions, detected no dishonesty which he didn't notice as he was busy in creating his story.
The Cullens sat stunned."What the hell did you create, buddy?" Emmett blurted, half in awe, half in disbelief. "You've literally rewritten the rules of being human."as if saying he is simple as monstrous genius to which others could only nod in stunned agreement.
Lucas pressed on, weaving his fabrication.
"The first factor was the technique. But the second… the energy itself. If I'm right, the energy I absorbed was solar in nature, sunlight itself. That's why I named my style Sun Breathing. I never imagined it would lead to this."lied again creating a perfect story.
Carlisle's eyes widened, piecing together his own theory."It could be possible… You've said yourself you're the Spirit of the Sun. Perhaps the energy you drew in truly was solar essence."as if processing what Lucas said.
Esme leaned forward gently."But what about your sword? The one that floated, then vanished… as if it became part of you?"as if remembering the seen from before.
Lucas gave a half-shrug, feigning uncertainty.
"It's always been with me. Maybe… it evolved too. Honestly, I don't know."
Lisa, thoughtful and serious, added,
"No… the real mystery is your mark. That could be the key. Maybe through it, you absorbed the sun's energy. Normally, that kind of power would incinerate any human instantly. But not you. Which means… your mark is the true foundation of all this."as she said while saying the fact.
They all fell silent, letting her words sink in. For once, everyone agreed.Lucas's Slayer Mark was the heart of the mystery, the impossible made flesh.
Rosalie, sitting close beside Lucas spoke, "Whatever the mystery is… whatever it isn't—I don't care. All I know is that Lucas is Lucas. His power, or him being a spirit, all of it, doesn't matter to me. What matters is that he's mine and immortal like us, and nothing will change that."her voice steady but filled with emotion as she said to them.
She looked around at everyone, her eyes sharp and unyielding, making it clear that to her, Lucas wasn't defined by his abilities or origins, he was simply the one she loved and is just like them, a supernatural being.