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carefully, her body swaying as if she were dizzy.
“No, please,” he begged.
She waited a moment before sitting back down, then asked, “Did you do anything fun while I was away?”
The ridiculousness of the question made him look at her, something he regretted instantly. On the right side of her temple was a deep gash, a cut she must’ve sustained by one of the many fragments of debris that had been flying across the room, thanks to him. A granite shard most likely.
Despite her injuries, Eve was smiling kindly. He couldn’t return it. How could he? Instead, he stood, taking with him a dishtowel that had been fallen from its crushed drawer. In one swift motion, he gently scooped Eve up, and before she could take a breath, he was upstairs in her room laying her down in her bed.
Lucien smoothed her hair back, then firmly pressed the towel to the bloodied wound on her head. Her skin was pale and moist.
“One day I will beg for your forgiveness,” he said.
“I will never ask for it.”
He knelt down by the side of her bed. “Don’t talk, just rest.”
Eve gave a small smile, her eyes fluttered closed, and soon her breathing became steady.
Lucien watched her for a long time, memorizing every part of her face, the little details he hadn’t noticed before. Like the tiny freckle just above the right side of her lips, or how her right eyebrow was arched slightly higher than the other. She was perfection in every way.
Eve continued to sleep, so much so that Lucien grew worried. He’d never known her to sleep this much. Maybe she was hurt worse than he thought.
Lucien rapped his knuckles nervously on the side of her couch, finally resorting to pacing the room. If anything happened to her … The thought sickened him. Time to take her to the hospital.
He leaned in to wake her, but noticed something strange. The cut on her temple was gone! Only dried blood remained stuck against her skin. How was that possible?
He searched her face for an answer. She wasn’t a vampire, but she couldn’t be human either. Possibly a witch, but she was asleep, so couldn’t have performed a spell to heal herself. Regardless of what she was, he grew increasingly concerned when she didn’t wake up even after he tried to rouse her.
“Eve?”
Her eyes moved back and forth beneath her eyelids. Lucien moved to touch her cheek, but froze inches above her face. He’d never done something that tenderly before. Would he even know how?
Slowly, as if she might crumble beneath his touch, he gently caressed her porcelain skin with his thumb. Air caught in his lungs when it tingled. He withdrew his hand, unable to find meaning in the strange phenomenon.
“Please, wake up, Eve,” he whispered in her ear.
He kept his lips close, breathing softly in and out. She smelled of lilacs in springtime. Lucien could collapse next to her and never want for anything more.
Eve moaned and finally opened her eyes.
Lucien quickly retreated to the other side of the room where moonlight pouring in from the open window wouldn’t reach him. He did not want Eve to see him in the light.
She spotted him in the shadows. “You’re still here.”
“I wanted to make sure you would be okay.” Lucien involuntarily stepped toward the door. He shouldn’t be here.
Eve she sat up, her eyes wide. “Please, don’t go.”
He placed his hand on the doorframe, secretly trying to keep his legs beneath him. “I don’t know who you are or how you found me, but you shouldn’t have.”
“Stay with me, just for a little while.” Her eyes pooled with tears. “Please?”
Lucien wanted answers, wanted to know who she was, but he couldn’t bring himself to remain in her presence any longer. “I’m sorry—for hurting you.”
“You will hurt me more if you leave.”
He clenched his jaw tight and glanced at Eve one last time. Before she could stop him, he disappeared.
Chapter 12
Lucien drove fast, ignoring any speed limits, through the scarce traffic of
“No, please,” he begged.
She waited a moment before sitting back down, then asked, “Did you do anything fun while I was away?”
The ridiculousness of the question made him look at her, something he regretted instantly. On the right side of her temple was a deep gash, a cut she must’ve sustained by one of the many fragments of debris that had been flying across the room, thanks to him. A granite shard most likely.
Despite her injuries, Eve was smiling kindly. He couldn’t return it. How could he? Instead, he stood, taking with him a dishtowel that had been fallen from its crushed drawer. In one swift motion, he gently scooped Eve up, and before she could take a breath, he was upstairs in her room laying her down in her bed.
Lucien smoothed her hair back, then firmly pressed the towel to the bloodied wound on her head. Her skin was pale and moist.
“One day I will beg for your forgiveness,” he said.
“I will never ask for it.”
He knelt down by the side of her bed. “Don’t talk, just rest.”
Eve gave a small smile, her eyes fluttered closed, and soon her breathing became steady.
Lucien watched her for a long time, memorizing every part of her face, the little details he hadn’t noticed before. Like the tiny freckle just above the right side of her lips, or how her right eyebrow was arched slightly higher than the other. She was perfection in every way.
Eve continued to sleep, so much so that Lucien grew worried. He’d never known her to sleep this much. Maybe she was hurt worse than he thought.
Lucien rapped his knuckles nervously on the side of her couch, finally resorting to pacing the room. If anything happened to her … The thought sickened him. Time to take her to the hospital.
He leaned in to wake her, but noticed something strange. The cut on her temple was gone! Only dried blood remained stuck against her skin. How was that possible?
He searched her face for an answer. She wasn’t a vampire, but she couldn’t be human either. Possibly a witch, but she was asleep, so couldn’t have performed a spell to heal herself. Regardless of what she was, he grew increasingly concerned when she didn’t wake up even after he tried to rouse her.
“Eve?”
Her eyes moved back and forth beneath her eyelids. Lucien moved to touch her cheek, but froze inches above her face. He’d never done something that tenderly before. Would he even know how?
Slowly, as if she might crumble beneath his touch, he gently caressed her porcelain skin with his thumb. Air caught in his lungs when it tingled. He withdrew his hand, unable to find meaning in the strange phenomenon.
“Please, wake up, Eve,” he whispered in her ear.
He kept his lips close, breathing softly in and out. She smelled of lilacs in springtime. Lucien could collapse next to her and never want for anything more.
Eve moaned and finally opened her eyes.
Lucien quickly retreated to the other side of the room where moonlight pouring in from the open window wouldn’t reach him. He did not want Eve to see him in the light.
She spotted him in the shadows. “You’re still here.”
“I wanted to make sure you would be okay.” Lucien involuntarily stepped toward the door. He shouldn’t be here.
Eve she sat up, her eyes wide. “Please, don’t go.”
He placed his hand on the doorframe, secretly trying to keep his legs beneath him. “I don’t know who you are or how you found me, but you shouldn’t have.”
“Stay with me, just for a little while.” Her eyes pooled with tears. “Please?”
Lucien wanted answers, wanted to know who she was, but he couldn’t bring himself to remain in her presence any longer. “I’m sorry—for hurting you.”
“You will hurt me more if you leave.”
He clenched his jaw tight and glanced at Eve one last time. Before she could stop him, he disappeared.
Chapter 12
Lucien drove fast, ignoring any speed limits, through the scarce traffic of
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