Deianira's POV
I closed my eyes, letting the shadows sing to me.
They whispered of locations, of presences, of the living threads that connected this world together. And among all those threads, one burned brighter than the rest. Crimson and silver, twisted together like a rope. Vampire and lycan. Corruption and stolen divinity.
Lucian.
Maeve had called him that. The name tasted bitter on my tongue, sweet and sickening like rotted fruit. The alpha heir. White hair that caught moonlight like frost. Violet eyes that looked at her, at the pathetic girl whose body I now wore, like she was something precious. Something worth saving. Something he would burn the world for.
Pretty eyes. Soft lips that had whispered "I love you" before she came to Moonveil.
Soft lips she had thought about over and over, after he kissed her at home.
