LUCIUS POV.
Small particles of the shattered glass were in my skin, and my knuckles bled black. With such color, I needed no one to tell me that something was wrong and unnatural, as it was also a curse I could never escape.
I stared at my reflection in the broken shards scattered across the floor, and for the first time in years, I felt it all crash down on me…the memories, the guilt, the unbearable weight of my past.
My knees hit the cold tiled floor and the pain in my hands didn't matter anymore and all I could see was her face…the warmth of her smile, the softness of her voice as she used to hum me to sleep. And then the way that same face twisted in terror, her hands reaching for me as the darkness inside me took control.
"I didn't mean to…" I whispered, my voice cracking. My chest tightened as the image of her lifeless eyes filled my mind. "Mother… I didn't mean to…"
