Chapter 78

• |THE NIGHT BEFORE THE WAR|
• Lucien stirred from his sleep, the silence of the night settling heavily around him. The fire had burned out, and the candles had long since melted into pools of wax. The room was cloaked in darkness, save for the pale silver glow of the moon filtering in through the open balcony doors.
• A cool breeze swept in, rustling the curtains and brushing over his bare skin. He turned his head, his gaze falling on Alyssa beside him.