LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.

The house was silent again, as the hollow noises in my soul quietened with a dull ache. I wanted to scream, to fight, to break something, but instead, I silenced the roar of my demons and chose to welcome the soft caresses of Sloane’s hands against my back, as well as her soft kisses against my cheek.  The silence in the mansion didn’t feel soothing.

No.

It felt like something had snapped, or broken, and no amount of air would fucking fix ...