Chapter 9

Snow fell in the night, silent as a dream. I stood before the old city gate, silver hair floating slightly in the wind. Lucien appeared in the distance. He wore deep black war robes, expression fractured by shadow, eyes holding undeniable turmoil. He stopped before me, throat tight. "It really is you." I smiled faintly, silver eyes shimmering with flowing light in the moonlight. "Surprised?" He stared at me as if afraid to breathe. "You're alive." "Seems the Moon Goddess doesn't like...