Later that night he was sprawled on the white bed weakly. The velvet curtains of their room were open, but all the candles were out. Silver moonlight bathed the stone floor in its glow.
Selene had just finished bathing and was drying her long blonde hair on the couch. She had avoided speaking to Lucen because of his melancholy. But something stayed on her mind.
"Lucen, I heard you were walking around with the halfbreed that arrived recently."
"Hiru," he said simply, "he wanted some water."
"They are unclean, savage creatures," Selene warned. "They carry many diseases and curses on their skin. Stay away from that thing."
Lucen stayed quiet for a moment. His body felt heavy. "I'm something unholy too, aren't I?"
Selene's hands froze. She rose and flew over to Lucen, sitting on his side of the bed to run her cold fingers through his hair.
