Lucian’s POV

I snatched the vase from the table and flung it forcefully against the wall of my study. With a frustrated sigh, I shut my eyes tightly.

My patience is wearing thin; I can sense my temperament growing more vulnerable with each passing day. I’m struggling to figure out what’s happening to me. It’s like I’m yearning for something, an unquenchable longing that I can’t quite define. A deep hunger gnaws at me, consuming my reason entirely. It surrounds me in ...