"No! Don't speak that way! It's as if you're surrendering to your illness!" Liz's frustration erupted like a tempest.
Lucian gazed at Liz, his smile lingering with a hint of sadness. "Nothing is more pitiful than losing to you. Oh, I'm truly shattered. I've lost the only person who genuinely cared for me!"
The revelation of Lucian's feelings left Liz teetering on the precipice of a decision that would shape not only her destiny but also the fate of those entangled in the threads of supernatural bonds.
Still on his knees, Lucian struggled with the searing pain in his hand, a physical manifestation of the anguish that enveloped him. His admission about the impossibility of their connection in Gabriel's realm resonated in the moonlit silence.
"What do you mean? I'm still here, Lucian. I'm not going anywhere," Emma attempted to touch Lucian again, but he vehemently recoiled.
"I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME, LIZ!!!"
"Sorry. I forgot..."
