Lucien sat on the edge of the infirmary bed, his shirt soaked in blood, tiny shards of glass still embedded in his arms and chest. But none of that pain compared to the look on Aria’s face before she unleashed her power.

There was love in her eyes… and so much devastation.

She hadn’t meant to hurt him. He knew it. But still… she had.

Across the room, Aria sat silently, her hands wrapped tightly around her arms, still trembling. Her eyes were distant, unfocused. She hadn’t said a word since she realized what she’d done.

Lucien watched her with a mix of admiration and fear—not fear of her powers,...