TERESA'S P.O.V.
The way Lucian looked at everything made my heart ache with a bittersweet joy. It was as though he had been starved for beauty and was finally feasting on it. His now bright green eyes, so full of wonder, darted from the sun-dappled trees to the swaying wildflowers, then back to the stream that sparkled like liquid diamonds.
Every little thing captivated him.
"Teresa!" he called, his voice brimming with excitement. "Look at this leaf! It's so green!"
I bit back a laugh. "Yes, Lucian, that's generally what leaves look like."
He held it up, squinting at the veins running through it. "No, you don't understand. It's alive. You can see it. It's like the veins in your hands!"
I smiled, watching him. How could I explain that he wasn't seeing anything new, just seeing again? But in that moment, it was as if the whole world had been reborn, and I wouldn't dare ruin it.
