eline sat by the window, staring at the darkened sky. Sleep had eluded her, and the weight of everything that had happened settled heavily on her chest. Her body no longer ached like before, and the warmth that had filled her veins since the transformation had become familiar. Yet, she still didn't understand what she was becoming.
Damian had barely spoken to her since their last encounter, but she could still feel the tension between them, thick and unspoken. His golden eyes haunted her thoughts, the way they had burned with something primal before he had turned away.
A soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She hesitated before answering. "Come in."
Lilian slipped inside, her usual playful grin missing. Instead, concern flickered in her brown eyes as she placed a small folded note on the bedside table. "A messenger left this for you. No name, just instructions to deliver it to you alone."
