Raphael's POV
I watched her run to Lucien without hesitation. That was what broke something in me, not the gun, not the threats, not even his words. It was the way she didn't look back. There was no pause, no doubt, no second thought. She chose him as if it had always been him.
I stood there watching like a fool. The cold air settled into my bones, but I barely felt it. My eyes followed her every step as she reached him and collapsed into his arms, as she belonged there.
My jaw tightened as I watched him hold her, his arms wrapped around her like she was something fragile. The same woman who had been fighting me moments ago now clung to him without fear. There was a time she ran to me without hesitation. When she was my Lynn.
Snow began to fall again, the soft flakes landing on my coat and shoulders, melting slowly. I didn't move. I didn't even blink.
