Lucan gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch careful and reverent. “Rest now,” he whispered. “I fed you an Aetherpill, but if you don't get enough rest, it won't work.” And even though I wanted to argue, I didn’t. My body was too weak, and my heart too full. I knew I wasn’t in love with him—not yet. But whenever he was near, I felt an intoxicating sense of joy and freedom, as if the world itself bent toward possibility. It was dangerous, that feeling, something wild and untamed that clawed at the edges of my reason. It wasn’t love, not exactly. It was the promise of it—the perilous ache of wanting what I could never have. For just a heartbeat, I wished that if there were another life, I would be mated to him. That I could stand in the warmth of his love without fear, without restraint, just us, without Blackcroft, and unshackled by fate or duty. But the moment passed. Reality returned, harsh and cold as winter air. He looked at me then, his dark eyes softenin
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