CHAPTER 192
"But why?" Isabella's voice was barely a whisper. "If the Goddess herself wanted this power forgotten... if it's so destructive that even she feared it... then why me? Why now?"
She felt like a fractured vessel holding back an ocean of fire. The nothingness she had felt all those years in the South now felt like a cruel joke.
It wasn't that she was empty; it was that she had been a cage for something that should never have been born into the modern world.
Lucian didn't pull his hand away from her chin. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, his touch the only cold thing in a world that was rapidly turning into an inferno.
"That… I still don't know," he spoke with a gravelly tone that vibrated against her skin. Lucian withdrew his hand, the sudden absence of his touch leaving a cold trail along her jaw.
He turned his gaze away from her, looking toward the window where the blazing sun was dimming to the evening sky.
