Why was she hurting when he should be the one hurting?The fresh scent of Hazel interrupted his thoughts. She came into the room, wet and wrapped in a towel with Ylva trailing behind. Once she took notice of him a frown settled on her face."You may leave." She told Ylva and then came to bed and sat next to him."What's wrong?" She asked.Lucian shook his head. "Nothing.""You look pale and…" She touched his forehead. "you are sweating. Are you ill?"He shook his head again but he did feel ill. His mother made him feel defeated. He didn't know what to do. All the anger and pain he had kept inside, he thought he would take it out on her but instead, it was all still kept inside and it was suffocating him."Can you hold me for a while?" he asked.Hazel leaned into him and wrapped her arms around him. Lucian buried his face in the crook of her neck, finding comfort in her sweet scent and the warmth of her closeness.This woman, his wife, his life and his love. She was the cure to all his pain.