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My lip trembled, just thinking it was all my fault.
“How bad is the damage?”
“It’s going to take me some time to fix everything, but I think it will be fine. Don’t worry about anything, you just worry about healing.”
He didn’t look at me when he talked, as if he was keeping something from me. As much as I would like to know the truth, I didn’t have the energy right now.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, tilting my head to look at him. “Does your head hurt? How is your vision?”
“Everything hurts with a dull ache. My vision seems to be ok, but I have pressure behind my eyes that feels sharp,” I said, running my hand through my hair.
“Do you remember what happened?” he asked, looking up at me. “I don’t know how you and Zev managed to survive.”
The mention of Zev made my heart stutter. For once, I didn’t feel extreme hatred for him, I was just really worried about him. He had been trying to help me, but he put himself in danger. My head began to hurt as I thought about all the details. A sharp pain made me wince before I could remember anything new.
“I’m glad he put his differences aside, to help you,” he said, looking down at my arms and hands.
That's when I noticed I had small little cuts everywhere. I was also in a shirt that smelled like Zev.
“I think it was just straight survival, Mr. Potter. I don’t think our differences have been put aside,” I said, not wanting to hope for anything more.
Mr. Potter pursed his lips like he wanted to disagree with me.
“You know you two are not that—”
“Kit Kat.”
I looked at the door to see Lucien walking quickly towards me with relief on his face.
“Lucien.” I couldn’t stop the sob that came out of me when he wrapped his arms around me.
“You scared me so much,” he whispered.
I pulled away from his embrace, to look him over. Not a scratch was on him, but I couldn’t remember what he looked like yesterday. I didn’t know what I had done to any of them except Zev. They all had to have stopped me at some point, and I hoped Aeon was ok too.
“Are you ok?” I ran my hand up and down his arm, then up to his face as tears freely flowed down my face. He looked fine, but his face looked like he hadn’t been sleeping. The worry made me feel guilty for the damage I know I had caused. This was all my fault.
“I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” he said, pulling my hands away from his face. He kissed them before he cupped my face, resting his forehead on my own. “I thought I had lost you, Katarina.”
“Of course, I worry about you,” I said, kissing his lips softly. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened. One moment I was in my room with a headache. Then I kept coming back to different moments. It was like my body was not my own. I was covered in fire, with a voice telling me to kill you.”
“You don’t need to apologize for anything.” He sat down on the bed before pulling me onto his lap. I was uncomfortable but I needed his closeness. “Once I remembered I could use my magic, it was easier and we were able to contain the fire. We didn’t want to hurt you, but we didn’t know what else to do.”
His last word broke. His heartache was like an accelerant to my own and I cried. I burrowed my face into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.
“When I carried you to this room, all I could think about was losing you," he whispered.
I sat back looking at his face, seeing he also had tears falling down his face.
“Lucien, baby,” I said, wiping his tears away.
“Mr. Potter warned us that Caston might have caused irreparable damage. It was a possibility you wouldn’t wake up. When you stopped breathing, I waited for the undeniable pain I knew was coming, but when that didn’t happen, I didn’t know what to think. It took a few hours for you to breathe again, but when you did, the call to the curse was instant, but I welcomed it because I knew you were still alive.”
“Wait, what do you mean, I died?”
“You stopped breathing, Kit Kat, your heart stopped beating.” He looked away from me like it was too much to handle. “Mr. Potter suspected some kind of stroke or an embolism. He said it wasn’t uncommon for a telepath to go too far and damage the brain.”
“But how... how...” I didn’t know how to process dying.
