Lucian rushed toward me, catching me before my knees gave out and I collapsed onto the floor.
"Stay still," he said urgently, one arm bracing my back as the other hovered over my chest. "Let me see… where is it?"
I squeezed my eyes shut for a few seconds, the pain sharp and piercing, like something cold had lodged itself deep inside me.
"I—I think it's here…" I whispered, clutching the fabric over the right side of my chest. My fingers trembled as the ache intensified. "It hurts so bad, Lucian…"
His hand froze.
In the next second, the temperature around us plummeted.
Lucian slowly lifted his head.
"Did you just use that needle?" His voice wasn't loud but it shook the room far more than a shout ever could.
He turned, eyes locking onto Severin.
The frost around Lucian surged violently, no longer subtle, no longer restrained. I could feel it even through the pain, the pressure of his power pressing outward like a storm barely held back.
