Monday morning came too soon.
I woke up with a start, my hand immediately flying to my throat. The bruises from last night were still tender, purple fingerprints that served as a reminder of how quickly everything had changed.
My fingers traced the marks absently as I stared up at my childhood ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened. Lucian was half-vampire now. My mother was alive. We'd escaped from Marcus and Aldric. Elias's father was dead. And somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, I'd apparently killed Lucian's father.
The guilt sat heavy in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
How are you holding up?
The voice in my head was warm and familiar, and I nearly cried with relief. Morrigan. My lycan was back.
