|| Lilac’s POV ||

As I lay down on my bed, my mind raced with thoughts of the day’s events. It was all too much to process. I closed my eyes, trying to calm the storm in my mind, but it was no use. Just as I was about to give up and get up, I felt a familiar presence in the room.

“Alaric,” I whispered, sitting up abruptly. He was there, standing in the shadows, his presence both comforting and unsettling. Without thinking, I jumped off the bed and ran to him, wrapping my ...