Seraphina’s POV
Then I heard a soft voice.
"She’s not," Asher said.
"But she’s slowly becoming the most precious person in my life."
My heart... stuttered.
I didn’t an to feel that flutter. That flicker of sothing stupid and soft beneath all my bruised skin. But it was there, lting my heart slowly.
I pressed the bottle tighter to my chest, trying to swallow down the smile that wanted to climb out.
It was ridiculous. It wasn’t supposed to happen this soon.
But God... it felt good to be true.
"You seem quite happy," Lucien’s voice ca from above —cool, detached, and sharp enough to cut through the fragile warmth I was building inside.
Just like that, it shattered.
"He said he’d take you away soon," he added, and I could feel his gaze on from above, "but don’t forget—you’ve already given yourself to ."
My heart stopped.
What?
He hadn’t forgotten. God, how could I forget?
And yet... I had just walked beside him like nothing happened, like I belonged beside him/
What the hell was wrong with ?
Brother Asher... just take ho.
Sha surged through and the heat under my skin, crawling up my neck to burn my face. I lowered my head as I was too embarrassed to speak.
I just wish for the earth to split and hide in it.
"Don’t tell you’ve already forgotten," Lucien murmured again, and this ti he sounded rather amused than cold. He was teasing!
I didn’t reply.
I just kept walking beside him with my eyes fixed on the ground, my thoughts louder than anything I could say.
And then—
"Ah!"
My knees buckled.
Every part of my body ached. I’d held myself together too long, and my strength was finally giving out. My vision blurred for a second as I stumbled forward.
"I... I’m sorry," I gasped, instinctively. I instantly apologized. I was already being a burden on him, and now this.
Lucien didn’t respond. He didn’t even say a single word.
Instead, he stopped walking, and before I could understand what was happening, he bent down slightly.
Then I felt his arm slipping around my waist, the other bracing my shoulder. And then—
I was in the air. Cradled against him.
He had carried in his arms.
My breath caught. I stiffened, blinking up at him, completely thrown off guard.
He didn’t say anything.
And neither did I.
I just closed my eyes, my heart thudding against my ribs like it didn’t know whether to be afraid or grateful.
I was speechless.
His footsteps were steady beneath , reminding that my world was not yet collapsing.
I kept my eyes closed, head resting lightly against his chest. I didn’t an to lean into him. I didn’t an to feel safe around him.
But my body was traitorous like that. It wanted comfort even when my heart scread no.
I hated myself for it.
His hold wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t rough either. It was steady, firm, and controlled.
And there was sothing else beneath it... Sothing possessive that stirred warmth in my chest before I could stop it.
Lucien didn’t spare a glance.
He just carried , as if it were his duty.
Not because he cared.
"You shouldn’t apologize for collapsing," he said suddenly, voice low near my ear. "Not when you’ve been through hell."
I didn’t answer.
Because part of wanted to hug him and sob just hearing those words.
It’s been days since I heard sothing so kind since I reincarnated.
And the other part wanted to run away before I fell harder into the one man I shouldn’t want anything from.
We moved past a group of soldiers. They stared at us, and so saluted him. So just looked at like I was a fragile doll.
I curled my fingers into the fabric of his coat. I felt so weak that it felt like I’d vanish if I let go.
Is this what survival feels like?
I was too tired to care whose arms I was in as long as they were not the ones hurting .
"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, breaking the silence.
Lucien didn’t look down at . "Sowhere safe."
A part of flinched at that word.
Safe.
It sounded so foreign to . Nowhere in the world was safe for .
I had suffered so much in my previous life that there was nothing called safe in my life.
"No place is safe for ?" I whispered unknowingly.
His jaw tightened. I could feel it. He shifted a little bit, but his grip didn’t loosen.
"No," he said in a cold tone. "This ti, no one touches you unless they want to lose a hand."
Lucien’s words shut up, leaving nothing for to say or think.
His words scared , but at the sa ti, they comforted , making confused all over again.
I hated how good that sounded. I hated myself more for believing him and that he ant every single word.
We reached the car, and one of Lucien’s n opened the back door for . But Lucien didn’t even glance at it. Instead, he gestured toward the front.
"Open this one."
The man obeyed without hesitation.
"Clean the ss here," Lucien said, his tone as cold as always. "I’ll take her back myself."
"Yes, Master," the man responded and disappeared like smoke.
I stayed quiet. Not like I had much of a say in anything at the mont.
Lucien helped into the front seat, his movents careful, like he was handling sothing fragile.
He fastened the seatbelt himself when my arms wouldn’t lift properly. Then he shut the door and ca around to the driver’s side.
The silence spread between us once he started the engine.
"I... I need to go back to school tomorrow," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It’s important."
"Excuse ?"
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