Valka
I am a child once again, cold and frightened. Pressing my hand to my chest, I feel the speeding thud of it. I cannot think. I cannot think. I cannot think.
Lucien and I stare at each other, the truth of what we've done laying heavy between us, and those eyes that once twinkled with mischief are hard and cold now.
"Why are you in here?" His voice is too soft, the kind of soft that makes my skin crawl. The last time he spoke to someone like that, he killed them in front of me. "I tucked you in last night. In your chambers."
I swallow thickly, clutching the sheets to my chest with trembling fingers. "I--I don't know. I--" My breath comes too fast. My thoughts scatter like frightened birds. "I came here…"
There's a blur in my mind, a hazy string of moments that don't feel like mine, and yet, buried beneath them, there *was* a want.
