Chapter 51 Taste Of Her Lips

• Author's point of view.
• Lucian shot up in bed, his heart hammering against his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The remnants of the dream clung to his mind, vivid and unsettling. His body was tense, every muscle coiled as if he had just stepped off a battlefield. For a moment, he didn’t know where he was. His vision swam, and his mind replayed the vicious fight with Florian—the gust of wind, Arabelle’s scream, the feeling of helplessness as he watched her memories tear her apart. But now, here he was, back in the silence of the manor, its once-grand halls now little more than a crumbling, ghostly ruin.
• Beside him, Arabelle lay asleep, her face peaceful, her breathing steady. The sight of her calmed him, grounding him back in the present. The dream wasn’t real. Not yet, at least.