Golden rays of sunlight slithered into the bedroom as Lucien rolled over on his side, fighting back a yawn. Castor’s comforting scent of frankincense drifted all around him. Memories from last night rushed back to him. Castor came back for him and took care of him. Warmth rushed to his face as he buried his burning cheeks against the pillows. That sounded so intimate, something like lovers would do.
When he sat up, stretching his limbs, he climbed out of Castor’s comfortable bed to open the curtains. His body hadn’t fully recovered yet. He felt his magical energy waver when he tested it out, but it strengthened since last night.
The bedroom door creaked open, and Castor crept inside. Concern crossed his face as he came over to him. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Good.” Lucien forced a half-smile. “Have you checked up on Sebastian?”
“I drove him back to Nevermourn this morning,” Castor replied.
“You think he’ll be okay out there?”
“He’s staying with his coven for now, and they’re making sure to remain in pairs during the night,” Castor explained. “It’s all they can really do right now. According to my mom, they’re taking their investigation very seriously now. They’re connecting the dots with the vampire murders and Charlotte’s death curse.”
Lucien sighed. “Guess I’ll need to head home soon to prepare my statements for the Supernatural Council. And a long ass lecture with my folks.”
“I’ll accompany you,” Castor said. “They’ve already dropped by our house, looking for you. We promised them we’d have you there once you woke up.”
“Thanks, but I have to do this on my own.” Lucien raked a hand through his fringe, sparing a glance at his ragged appearance in the mirror. He cringed.
“I’m not taking no for an answer.” Castor’s stern gaze pierced into his very soul. “You should freshen up before we head out. Shower, change out of last night’s wrinkled clothes. I’ll lend you some of mine, alright? I have some old robes without our family crest on them.”
As much as Lucien wanted to handle the council himself, he couldn’t turn their generosity away. The Vale’s always offered him support, treating him like he was their own son. Sometimes he felt more at home with them than his own flesh and blood. Besides, he fucking loved the steaming hot showers at their house.
Trapped amid the spacious bathroom brimming with steam, Lucien let his troubles float away into the perspiration that clung to the mirror. He savored the warm water that washed over his bare skin. As he reclined back underneath the waterfall of water, magical energy pulsed all around him. It was then when he realized that the shower was healing him, both physically and with his magical energy.
Ah, so that’s why Castor insisted he shower. It was imbued with magic to heal him. Sometimes, their abilities with their magic amazed him. The Vale’s were the only remaining family in Briarwood that originated from the fire element. Lucien’s own magic derived from Earth itself, the most respected and worshiped in the past.
Once he showered, he made his way back into Castor’s room to rummage for a change of clothes. He found something similar to his usual style, letting the magic flow through him with newfound confidence. No matter what those assholes with the Council said, he’d be ready for him.
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