As they blindfolded me, a strange mixture of emotions swirled in my chest. I was being led to the place where they intended to perform the ritual, and though I couldn't see, I could feel the shift in the air. The aura changed the moment I crossed into the room—a heavy, overwhelming presence that was both familiar and unsettling.
I felt it. I couldn't explain how, but I knew. The sword was there.
They guided me to kneel, placing me at the center of something significant, though my blindfold dulled the specifics. My hands brushed the cool surface of the floor, and my heartbeat quickened. I wasn't just anxious—I was sad. Knowing this was the last time I'd be here, the last time I'd feel this strange world, or see… him.
Lucius.
Even blindfolded, I knew he was nearby. His presence was undeniable, commanding even in silence. And despite myself, I hated the thought of leaving him behind. This gorgeous devil of a man had somehow worked his way into my thoughts more than I cared to admit.
