SUMIRE
Sumire bolted upright in cold sweat. Her hand flew to her chest. A flash of pain lingered there, a similar sensation from her dream. It felt like her heart was being torn into two pieces with no other way of recovery. She takes several deep breaths.
Sumire glanced around. "Lucifer?"
No response.
It shouldn't surprise her. He isn't exactly the type to stay with her in bed.
'I could try talking to him through my mind. But, I still find it strange to do that.' Taking a deep breath, she moved the covers away and stood up. As she did so, she wobbled slightly and took another deep breath.
Subconsciously she glanced down at the scar that was visible from her nightgown. According to Lucifer, he saved her but the creature who attacked her had already ripped her heart out.
'Giving it back to you wasn't easy, and you may still feel the side effects of your moment of death.'