CHAPTER 141
The sizzling of the butter on the stove changed to an irritating hiss. In Lucian's world, the sound was drowned out by the sudden, deafening roar of Isabella's pulse.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. He didn't realize he had let go of the pan. It sat lopsided on the burner, the eggs beginning to crisp and burn at the edges, the smell of charred protein filling the air.
But Lucian's nostrils were flared, filtering out the smoke, hunting only for the iron. Isabella slowly pulled her thumb from her mouth.
She looked down at the small nick on the pad of her finger, her expression one of mild annoyance—until she looked up and caught his eyes.
The teasing girl from moments ago vanished. She froze, her breath hitching in a way that sent a fresh puff of her scent directly into his lungs.
She saw the transformation: the way his skin had gone from pale to a translucent white, the way his eyes—those charcoal-gray depths were gone, replaced by crimson.
