Eliza couldn't fall asleep that night. The cabin, which before had seemed like a cozy refuge, now felt like a cage. Lucian's presence had left an invisible but indelible mark in the air. Every corner of the room seemed impregnated with his essence, his deep voice, and his golden eyes that undressed her with overwhelming intensity.
She tossed and turned between the sheets, unable to find a comfortable position. Her mind was a whirlwind of contradictory thoughts. Why had he come? What did his words mean? "No matter how much you try to run... you'll always end up looking for me." That phrase echoed in her head like a persistent echo, as if he were there, whispering it in her ear.
