Lucian POV
Lucian had been awake since two in the morning.
The curse was sitting on him like something physical tonight. Not the usual weight of it.....the dull familiar heaviness he had learned to carry over the years. This was different. Sharper. Like something pressing from the inside out. Like Zev throwing himself against a wall that was getting thinner every night.
Lucian had tried training. Two hours on the bag until his knuckles bled.
Tried running. Three full laps of the territory border in the dark.
Tried sitting in his room with a glass of whiskey he did not touch.
Nothing worked.
Nothing ever worked on nights like this.
He found himself standing in the corridor outside Lilith's room at four thirty in the morning without remembering deciding to go there. His feet had simply taken him. His body moving toward her the way it had been trying to move toward her for days now.
He stood at the door, contemplating if he should open it or not.
