I want you to change me.

"Wait.’’ Cyra’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. His heart tightened in disappointment, thinking she might take back her words.

He masked the disappointment with a bright smile and lifted his face to meet her gaze.

Cyra noticed the subtle change in his mood, though she couldn’t understand why—she had something important he needed to hear.

‘“I sensed you already know I’m not human.” She paused, meeting his steady, unsurprised gaze—confirmation that he had already figured out what she was.

“Then you must already know—I’m immortal.”

Cyra’s words made Viktor’s eyes widen in sudden realization, the fear in them shifting to something deeper.

When she first spoke, he hadn’t understood where the conversation was heading. But now, her meaning was clear—he couldn’t belong to his Mistress forever.