Lucius shot up in bed, his heart beating frantically in his chest and his magic whirling wildly around the room,
knocking over the furniture and blowing out the few lit candles placed around the chamber.
Sweat was pouring down his face, plastering his blonde hair to his cheeks and forehead, and his his breath was coming in short, haphazard gasps.
The dark, swirling, burn-like mark on the side of Lucius’ neck, just under his jaw line was burning horribly and caused him to reach up and clutch at it as he hissed out in pain.
His mate was coming into their inheritance and it was a rather torturous one if the pain racing through his body was anything to go by.
, Lucius thought, every fiber of his being pushing him to run from his bedroom and find his mate to curl himself around them and comfort them through this transition.
He had stood shakily from his bed and magically changed his clothes before a sickening, heart-wrenching thought stopped him dead in his tracks.
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