Victoria's POV
I didn’t say thank you. Couldn’t. I just walked past him, Lucian trailing me with careful steps, like I was going to shatter again any second.
My apartment smelled like me. My shampoo. My books. My laundry detergent. I never thought that scent could make me want to cry, but it did. I let myself sink down on the couch, knees tucked up, arms around them.
Lucian hovered near the wall like a shadow made of smoke and heat.
Damian knelt in front of me, his palm resting on my ankle, thumb stroking small circles.
"You were shaking in your sleep," Lucian said softly, finally breaking the silence. "Mumbling about blood. About... your brother."
Damian’s head snapped to him. "What does her brother have to do with any of this?"
I looked away, throat locking up.
"Nothing," I croa
