LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
Three months. It had been three months since Teresa and I arrived at Adrian Daegon's estate in the beautiful Valley. Time had flown by, but every second was etched into my memory as if burned there by a branding iron. The man—no, the vampire—had changed my life in ways I never thought possible. He had taken the wreckage of my pride, shattered alongside my sight, and forged it into something new. Adrian's voice still lingered in my mind like an old melody, calm and unyielding, filled with wisdom beyond his youthful appearance.
"Lucian," Adrian had said during one of our grueling training sessions, his tone light, yet his words sharp as steel. "Being blind doesn't make you weak. Weakness is allowing it to control you."
Adrian wasn't just a teacher. He was a force, a guide, and damn near infuriatingly perfect at everything he did.
