121: I Like You

LUCIAN

Blair seems more accepting of my werewolf status now. Or maybe she was just sick, and not really thinking straight. Whatever the reason might be, I was glad she was giving me the time of day.

I couldn’t let go of her hand. I didn’t want to. Holding her close was like a balm to my chest. I forgot everything that had been bothering me while I was on my way to her room.

Forget what Owen said. Forget the random werewolf doctor or the fact that something is obviously wrong with me. She was looking at me with that softness I’ve been seeing recently and nothing could beat that.

“So, you heal fast?” She asks, still sounding confused. “Like, if I cut your skin right now, it’ll close up instantly?”

The curiosity in her voice made me smile. She sounded like a child seeing something for the first time and wanting to know everything about it.

“Not instantly. Actually, it depends on the kind of damage you do.” She nods thoughtfully.

“But when you passed out, what happened?” I thought over th