Lucian's POV
She screamed like the hounds of hell were chasing her.
A sound so raw, so terrified, it nearly stopped my dead heart.
The sound tore through the room, sharp and panicked. Her body twisted under the sheets, breath ragged, sweat coating her skin like a fever breaking. She looked like prey caught in a nightmare hunt—cornered, helpless, terrified.
I shot up from the chair beside her bed, instinct already kicking in, eyes scanning the darkened room for any threat. But there was no enemy in sight—only her. Drenched in sweat, shaking, eyes wide and unfocused like she was still trapped somewhere between this world and a nightmare.
And I didn’t blame her. Not one bit.
After what she’d been through... after just one twisted dinner with those unhinged monsters I call kin, of course
