The fortress did not rest that night.Even after the battlefield was cleared and the dead were counted, the halls hummed with unease. Wolves whispered in corners, their eyes flicking toward me like I was a torch about to ignite. The scent of smoke lingered in the stones, seared into memory.I stayed at Lucian’s side, refusing to let him out of my sight. His wound was sealed, but the fire had left its mark beneath his skin thin veins of gold, pulsing faintly like embers. When he moved, the light stirred, as though alive.I had done that.Every time I looked at it, guilt gnawed through me.Lucian caught me staring as he sat on the edge of our chamber bed, unwrapping the blood-soaked bandages. His chest was bare, muscles taut, the scar angry and new. The golden threads flickered faintly in the wound’s shape, refusing to fade.“You saved me,” he said, voice low.I shook my head. “I cursed you.”“You think I care?” His gaze burned. “Serena, if you hadn’t” He broke off, jaw tightening. His
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