"L-Lucius… Drake?" Jean stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
A soft, dark chuckle drifted through her mind, like the rustling of shadows. "Yes," he replied, his tone rich with ancient amusement. "The one and only."
But Jean's face went pale, and before he could finish the thought, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed in a heap on the floor, unconscious.
Again.
Lucius sighed, cursing softly under his breath. How were they ever going to have this conversation if she kept fainting every time he revealed himself? He'd already sacrificed enough energy just to make his voice audible to her—and now he was met with silence once more.
He crossed his arms, watching her with a mix of irritation and reluctant fondness. It was the second time she'd fainted in his presence, the first being when Alaric had first introduced her to his mysterious world. Jean was supposed to be braver than this, he thought, tapping a finger against his chin.
