~ Isabella’s POV

I woke up the next morning feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. My head felt heavy, and every part of me ached. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I noticed Lucian leaning over me, his face filled with concern.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice low and soft. “You don’t look too well.”

I tried to smile and brush it off, but I felt my throat catch as I replied, “I’m fine. Just a bit tired, that’s all.”

Lucian raised an eyebrow and gave me a look that ...