Hi readers,
I'm sorry for the silence. I've been unwell and adjusting to a new environment, but I'm healing and finding my footing again. Writing is slowly becoming safe and comfortable for me once more. Thank you for your patience and love—I'm excited to continue this journey with you. 💖
*~Gabrielle's POV~*
I haven't felt like this in a long time. Not since that time in prison, when I was surrounded by nothing but cold stone and silence. When there was nothing to keep me company except the carvings on the wall and my own ugly thoughts, looping endlessly, whispering ways to escape, ways to survive.
That same suffocating feeling wrapped around my chest now.
Lucien stood in front of me, slowly dying.
Damien had shot the arrow at me. I was certain of that. I had seen it coming straight toward my heart. But Lucien had stepped in front of me without hesitation. He took the arrow meant for me, and now his life was draining away.
