Disappointment registered on Serena's face when nothing happened after she joined her and Lucian's bleeding palms together. The silence in the room felt heavier as she stared at their hands, waiting for something, anything, to happen.
Was she not doing it right? But that was exactly what they did in that hall that day. Or maybe his cut needed to be bigger. She couldn't risk that. Her gut feeling was telling her things would get messy if she extended the cut, and she didn't want to turn a dead ear to that warning at that point. It felt like a dangerous line to cross, one that could have consequences she wasn't prepared for.
Maybe it worked, but he would need some time to wake up. Another thought registered in her head, and that one stuck. But the next question that showed up in her mind had her dismissing the thought. Why wasn't she feeling any form of weakness like that night?
