*Lena*
Time seemed to slow as I watched the doorknob turn fully, and with a final push, the door burst open. I braced myself as Eaosn rushed in, expecting to see horror engraved across his beautiful features, expecting him to run away in fear as soon as he witnessed what was going on.
Instead, he knelt beside me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Lena, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. “Why did you suddenly leave the party?”
I was afraid to look into his eyes, but also, I was confused. Shouldn’t he be running away? I stared at my hands. The claws were gone, and although I still felt drained, every primal urge had disappeared. It left me thinking if I’d indeed imagined it all.
“I… I’m not feeling well,” I managed to croak, still avoiding his gaze.
Eason’s brow furrowed with worry. “Let me help you. Do you need some water? Medicine?” He started to stand, ready to fetch whatever I needed.