Mag-log inPOV: Nyx I woke up slowly, my body still heavy from everything that happened the night before. The truth about Lysandra sat like a rock in my chest. I turned in bed and felt the sheets warm on the other side which meant Lucian had left only recently. I could still smell him on the pillow, that deep, masculine scent that always made my stomach tighten. I remembered how he held me all night. His strong arms wrapped around me like he would never let anything touch me again. The way he dropped soft kisses on my forehead every few minutes and whispered that everything would be okay, even when it was not. For a man who once wanted me destroyed, he made me feel safe in a way I had never known.I managed to get out of bed. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to move. I was about to walk towards the washroom when I heard a knock on my door. I was surprised because I was not expecting anyone. I moved closer and peeped through the keyhole. I saw maids. I opened the door. “Hello?”It was Lyd
Elara’s pov (Limited third person)Elara sat in the hard wooden chair beside Thorne’s bed, her eyes fixed on his face. It had been two days since the ambush. Two long, exhausting days of watching him fight the poison. She had barely slept. Every time his breathing changed even a little, fear gripped her chest so tightly she could barely breathe.Thorne looked pale against the white sheets. His usual strong presence was gone, replaced by quiet vulnerability. She studied his face. The strong jaw, the faint scar above his left eyebrow, the way his hair fell across his forehead in sleep. He looked younger like this. Handsome in a way that made her heart ache.The room was quiet except for the soft sound of his breathing. The healer had left hours ago, saying the poison was under control but Thorne still needed rest and she was unsure when he would wake up. Elara had not moved from the chair. Her back ached from the hard wood, her eyes burned from crying but she stayed.Lirael was quiet in
POV: LUCIAN I stepped out of the interrogation room and the heavy door closed behind me with a dull thud. My heart was still pounding. Derek’s words kept repeating in my head. Nyx had killed Lysandra. Not by choice or with her own mind but she had done it. The horror on her face when she heard it was something I would never forget. I started walking fast down the corridor. “Nyx!” I got nothing. The halls were empty. She had run out so quickly. I checked the nearest turns, then moved faster. My boots echoed against the stone floor. I knew this estate like my own body, but right now it felt too big. Too many places she could hide. I went to the garden first. She liked it there when her mind was heavy. The moon was high, casting silver light over the paths. I scanned every bench, every shadowed corner. “Nyx, where are you?” Still I got nothing. Only the quiet rustle of leaves. I turned and headed toward her chambers. My chest felt tight. I had wanted the truth for so long bu
POV: Nyx The lantern above us swung slowly, throwing shadows that danced across the cold stone walls. We were sitting now, I sat next to Lucian in the interrogation room, my hands cold and my stomach tight waiting to hear what Derek had to say. “Start talking. Tell us everything you know about that night.” Lucian said, keeping my voice calm and low. Still dangerous. Like he didn't trust the man. Derek’s voice shook as he spoke. “We.. We were told to drug the girl to sleep inside the Calloway house. Then we took her out through the back and carried her to a small building deep in the forest area. When we brought her to the building, we were instructed to strap her down to a table. They wanted to give her a concoction right away.” I felt my body go cold. Lucian sat beside me like a wall of quiet anger. I tried to stay strong, but my hands were already trembling. “We all left Nyx in that room and left to our positions,” Derek said. “One guard was left in that room where Nyx w
NYX’s pov Dusk had settled over the estate like a heavy blanket. I walked beside Lucian down the stone corridor that led to the interrogation rooms. I had never been to this part of the estate before. The air grew colder and heavier with every step. When we reached the thick iron door, Lucian stopped and turned to me. He took my hand in his, his grip warm and firm.“If it becomes too much for you, leave,” he said quietly, his eyes searching mine. “Okay?”I squeezed his hand. “I came prepared, Lucian. I am tougher than you think. Don’t worry about me, just do what you need too.”He studied me for another second, then gave a small nod. We stepped inside together.The room was dark and quiet. Too quiet. Thick stone walls swallowed most of the sound. A single lantern hung from the ceiling, casting long, flickering shadows across the floor. In the center stood a heavy wooden chair bolted to the ground. On a table to the side lay tools meant for torture. Metal clamps, thin blades, and othe
POV: Nyx The afternoon sun warmed my skin as I sat alone in the garden, my back against the old stone bench pretending to read a book but my thoughts were somewhere else entirely. I kept thinking about Lucian and how far we had come from the day I walked down that aisle hating him, about the last night at the inn when everything between us became undone.I was not going to deny it anymore. Something real was happening between us. I could feel it every time he looked at me, every time he touched me, every time he held me like I actually mattered. I would not name it yet. I was not ready for that. But I also could not pretend it was nothing. The hate we started with had slowly turned into something warmer and deeper. Something that made heat pool low in my belly whenever he was near.Then a sudden noise pulled me out of my thoughts. Shouts. The sound of men moving quickly. It came from the left side of the estate, near the dungeon cells. I closed my book, stood up and walked in that di







