I couldn't stop pacing. Back and forth, across our bedroom, the silence pressing down like a weight. The moment Ravić left, the exhaustion should've dragged me under but it never came. My body was tired, but my mind was on fire.
One of the maids had brought up the bottle of blood Ravić had requested earlier. I drank straight from it whilst pacing the room. It was half gone before I even realized. Still, it did nothing to settle me. I've never felt this restless in a long time.
Lucien slept soundly in his crib, his little breaths steady and untroubled, oblivious from all the things happening around him. I waited for him to stir, just so I could have something, anything, to pour my focus on. But he didn't.
The room was spotless. Too clean. There was nothing left to fix, nothing to distract me from the problem, clawing its way up my chest.
