Lucian Blackwood pov :
The human brain relies on defense mechanisms to survive catastrophic trauma. It denies, it compartmentalizes, and it rationalizes.
But my mind was a flawless, unparalleled supercomputer. It did not have the luxury of denial. It processed every single excruciating detail of our reality with absolute, mathematical precision. And right now, the data was completely, unapologetically destroying me.
The Rose Room was in absolute ruins. The freezing autumn wind howled violently through the shattered glass of the balcony doors, whipping my immaculate silver hair across my eyes. Caspian was standing near the shattered threshold, his towering frame rigid, radiating a terrifying, radioactive golden aura that physically burned the oxygen in the room. Killian was on his han
