Chapter 317
- Lucien’s POV
- My throat felt as though a blade had lodged itself there, sharp and merciless. I couldn’t force sound out at first, only the ragged pull of my breath. Grief surged like a flood through my chest, drowning reason, drowning restraint.
- And then I looked down—into the eyes of my daughter. Eyes wide, bright, filled with expectation so pure it carved me open.