CHAPTER 109
"Lucian..." Isabella murmured, her voice losing its edge of panic and sharpening with a new dread.
She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her hands still clutching his shirt. "You're burning. You're never this warm. Your chest... it feels like it's on fire."
Lucian froze, his breath hitching in his throat as he fought the instinct to push her away. He could feel the unholy resonance between her newly awakened Lycan blood and the poison he carried in his wounds.
The heat she felt wasn't his life force—it was the mark of the beast, reacting to its master's proximity.
"The room is simply warm, Isabella," he lied, his voice sounding like iron grinding against stone. He tried to pull her hands away, but she was persistent, her fingers brushing against the top button of his shirt.
"No, it's not that," she insisted, her eyes searching his haggard face, finding the sweat-beaded brow and the dilated, pained crimson of his gaze.
