"What are you willing to become to survive tonight, boy?"
One question changed Lucian's life into something far from anything he had ever known. No, it wasn't all sunshine and butterflies. It wasn't even close.
But it was a question he asked himself once again, years later.
What was he willing to become to survive?
Lucian walked quietly toward the bed and stopped beside it. His expression was as cold as it could be — no emotion, nothing in his eyes. Nothing other than a quiet emptiness and one question turning over in his mind.
What had he become to survive?
Or rather, how far was he willing to go to keep everything from falling apart?
"Hah."
His thoughts stilled at the quiet laugh from the person on the bed.
Lucian blinked slowly, staring at the woman lying weakly before him. Her complexion was pale, her skin more wrinkled than he remembered from that night. She didn't look as terrifying anymore.
"You came," came her weak, hoarse voice.
