Sera's Pov
I barely registered the way my body shifted when Lucian stirred behind me, his hand brushing my waist before it stilled.
"Sera?" His voice was thick with sleep but already tinged with worry. I guess the groan I hadn't meant to let out had woken him. "What's wrong?"
"My head," I rasped, squeezing my eyes shut. "And my eye. It's like—something's drilling into it."
In seconds, he was up, reaching for me. His hand gently wrapped around my wrist, coaxing me to lower my palm from my temple. "Let me see. Come on, please, Sera."
The pain throbbed with each heartbeat, but I trusted him. Slowly, I peeled my hand away and let him guide my face toward the faint moonlight that poured through the window.
I blinked once.
Twice.
The agony started to ease. Just a little.
Lucian leaned closer, brows furrowed as his thumb gently skimmed beneath my eye. I braced myself for the gasp—for the horror on his face, the alarm, confirmation that was probably growing out of my face.
