Lucian's POV.
The night is quiet. But it's not the kind of silence that I've grown to resent over the last couple of months. Instead, it's a tranquil silence. A sound that I welcome now because it no longer hurts to listen to. This silence no longer threatens to swallow me whole - it wraps itself around me gently. Almost comforting me in a way. It's a silence that speaks loudly. Its message clear:
It's over now.
You can finally let go of the breath that you've been holding onto.
I obey.
Emory shifts beside me, her arm wrapping a little tighter around my waist.
I look at her and all I see is magic. The way her white hair cascades over her shoulders like waves breaking on the beach. The way the faint moonlight bathes her pale skin a soft heavenly hue, making her glow. The soft lines
