~Isabella’s POV

It was like a dream.

After a week of waiting, watching, and willing Lucian to wake up, his eyes finally fluttered open. I had been sitting beside his bed, as I always did, holding his hand and whispering little things about my day or memories of us, hoping somewhere deep down he could hear me. When his hand twitched, and his eyes slowly opened, I froze, my heart pounding.

"Lucian?" I whispered, leaning forward.

He blinked a few times, his eyes struggling to focus before ...