Haven froze in shock. Lucious was dressed in the same torn clothes he wore earlier, but his wounds were completely gone. He stood there, like nothing had happened, his blue eyes locked on hers.

“Well,” He said, with a crooked grin, “if I knew dying would reveal how much you loved me, I would have done it a long time ago.”

Haven let out a strangled laugh and ran toward him. She crashed into his waiting arms, fists pounding his chest weakly.

“You idiot,” She sobbed. “Don’t you ...