Valka
I don't know how I found his home in that state. Or how I knew he was there. I only know my feet carries me, my body pulled by a string towards him, like we've been attached at opposite ends and that thin line is another hard yank away from snapping.
Down, further down the hall, I track his scent. The maids don't stop me. If I was willing to be delusional, I would think they looked pleased to see me. But I couldn't see or think of anything past the pangs of hunger pulsing in my stomach.
I hear them just as I round the corner. Soft laughter. Female. Lucien's deep voice and his resounding chuckle. The soft sigh of fabric against skin, the rustle of more clothes.
My steps nearly falter. What did I think would happen? I've been gone for so long, the head cook now has a full head of grey hair. Did I think he would look for me? Wait for me? Is that what I'd hoped for when I left without wiping his mind clean of me?
