Lucian POV
It’s an old saying in vampire culture—"Your beloved grants you sleep."
We say it like a wistful legend, something ancient and poetic passed down through bloodlines, but rarely believed. Because we don’t sleep, not really. We rest. We lie still and quiet our minds for an hour or two if we must, but true sleep? That’s almost myth. Dreamless rest, sure. But dreams? Deep slumber? That’s for mortals. For those who breathe and age and feel time like a noose.
Until tonight.
Today... I finally understood what that meant.
Vampires don’t really sleep. We rest—brief, cold, dreamless states that barely qualify as unconsciousness. Maybe an hour here or there. Enough to keep the body functioning, but never enough to feel human about it.
But tonight-tonight was different.
I slept. Not j
