CHAPTER 83
The silence of the woods was no longer empty; it was heavy with the presence of a man who had defied the natural order of death itself.
Isabella stayed frozen, her fingers still curled into the fabric of Lucian's shirt. The contrast was sickening—the scent of the brother who had violated her past self clinging to her skin while the man who had sacrificed his humanity for her stood only a few feet away.
Caleb didn't move. He looked as though he were afraid that if he reached out, she would shatter like the visions she had just escaped.
His blue eyes searched her face, tracing the lines of her features as if memorizing a map he had lost a lifetime ago.
"My love," he whispered. Isabella looked down at her hands, then back at him, but a sharp pain flared in her, the blight becoming visible.
It started as a low hum beneath her skin, but within seconds, it escalated into a scorching agony.
