~LENORA'S POV
The scent of incense and the soft glow of candles filled the room, a world apart from the life I was supposed to be living.
The voice of my psychology professor, Mrs. Wilson, would've drone in the background. But now, the thought of it reminded me of the mundane world I'd left behind.
The days blended, a slow, syrupy haze of worry and watchfulness, as I sat by Alaric's side, with my eyes tracing the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
Five days had passed since he had fallen ill. I made sure to visit everyday, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling inside me.
The first two days were a blur of memories, my mind caught in a loop of that night we'd shared, replaying it over and over.
My cheeks flushed with warmth as I remembered the intimacy, the feel of his skin against mine, the sound of the words whispered in my ears, and the silver glow in his orbs.
