The thought of not you
"Lucian, breathe. Look at me. Force it down. You know what happens if you let the transition slip out of control in this house. Balance the blood, Lucian. Balance it."
He gripped her forearm, his fingernails digging dangerously deep into her skin, though she didn't flinch. He forced his eyes open, the obsidian depths briefly flashing a terrifying, luminescent gold, the raw, untamed mark of the beast, before bleeding back into a deep, predatory crimson, the legacy of the night walkers. The two distinct curses fought for dominance in his veins, sparked into a frenzy by a catalyst he never thought he would find.
"I'm not... I'm not hurt," Lucian managed to whisper, his voice a gravelly, broken
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