LUCIAN’S POV
Sera’s scent lingered long after she left—lavender, threaded with something softer that was uniquely hers.
The silence pressed in, thick and reflective as I sat by the fireplace, staring into the flames that had begun to burn low.
She’d told me the truth—about her wolf, about Kieran. And though everything in me twisted at the mention of his name, at the revelation of their bond, I appreciated her honesty.
I could only hope that when she said she had no intention of going back to her ex-husband, she meant it.
With a heavy sigh, I rose and doused the fire. The faint hiss of water meeting ember echoed in the quiet.
Then I turned and headed down the corridor toward my quarters.
The moonlight filtered through the tall windows, painting silver patterns on the stone floor.
Soft laughter floated in from outside, but in here, the night felt too still, like it was holding its breath.
