He didn't sleep.Not because he couldn't,Lucian had trained himself out of weakness years ago, sleep included, reduced to four precise hours that his body took like medicine rather than rest. He didn't sleep because every time he closed his eyes, he saw it.His hand on her wrist.The redness spread beneath his skin.The absence of what should have followed.He sat at the edge of his bed at 3:47 a.m., shirt discarded, forearm resting on his knee, staring at his own hand like it had betrayed him. The city sprawled beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass behind him,indifferent, glittering, unbothered by the fact that something had shifted tonight that Lucian could not yet name and refused to accept.He turned his hand over slowly.Nothing. No mark. No trace.Just skin.Just skin.He stood abruptly, crossed to the window, and pressed two fingers to the glass. Cold. Immediate. Grounding.Think.He was not a man who dealt with anomalies. He was a man who located the source of a problem and remove
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