Chapter 4 – Reflection

Riven found herself in an area of the League she'd never been in before. She had followed the young summoner Nigel through the upper floors of the institute. He still hadn't spoken a word to her, or even looked back. Riven pondered whether he might be afraid of her, or perhaps just focused on his task. The old summoner… Delfeer was it? He had forced quite the burden on Nigel, and Riven felt a little guilty by association. She was glad for this chance, but it still didn't feel quite right.

"Can I ask you a question?" The boy asked as he turned around to face her, quickly checking to make sure the hallway was empty. Riven was taken aback for a moment. She had a feeling she knew what it would be, and nodded regardless.

"Why me?" He questioned. There it was. Riven couldn't tell whether he was annoyed, afraid, or just plain stressed, but there was a definite edge to his voice.

"Can't you just read my mind and find out for yourself?" She replied sarcastically. She surprised herself with the remark. She must have been more upset with the idea than she realized.

But Nigel just frowned, "It doesn't work like that."

Riven's eyes sharpened. Doesn't work like what? That doctor had… Had he been bluffing? But he had known…

Riven covered her face with her hand. Never mind. He wasn't worth the thought.

Nigel was still waiting for a response. Riven studied him carefully for a moment. Would he leave if she told him? Would he leave if she didn't? She decided to gamble on it.

"I chose you because I want to make a deal with you," She said simply.

"Which is…?" Nigel responded with an 'I knew it' sort of look.

"I wish to act independently in every form within matches. You may provide assistance through advice and information."

Nigel waited a few seconds for the rest of the arrangement, but it didn't come. He frowned again, saying "That's not much of a deal, is it?"

Riven shrugged, "I'm sure you can find some benefit to it."

Nigel paced for a few moments in thought and ran a hand through his frizzy hair.

"What if I say no?" He asked.

"I'll likely leave the League." She answered flatly.

He sighed heavily and paced a bit more. After about a minute, he stopped and faced Riven again.

"One condition," He stated with an amount of confidence Riven hadn't expected, "I know I won't be able to convince you to abandon this, but I'm here to become a proper summoner. If I follow through with this, I'll be lacking the experience I need to improve. I can't just get by pretending all the time.

"So, in return, I get some practice sessions every now and then." He finished, seemingly mustering all the bravado he could.

Riven considered the idea for a moment. She could afford the time easily. The only issue was the concept of being possessed. She studied Nigel again. He seemed like an honest kid. His reactions so far had shown that much. But could she actually trust him? Her entire being was the subject of the deal, something she hadn't had the foresight to consider before coming here. If she had actually taken the time to think about it, she might not have become a champion in the first place.

'But,' she thought, 'It's too late to debate that at this point. I made my decision then. I'll live with that, and progress from here.'

Riven nodded. "I'll do my part to assist you, provided you fulfill your end of the bargain."

Nigel grimaced a little, still not quite content with the situation. His dismay at the sudden and unexpected change in his life was evident, and the look in his eyes made Riven feel worse about herself. He turned silently and continued leading Riven through the halls. Riven followed, just as silently, not letting herself ask 'What am I doing?'

She didn't really have an answer.

They shortly after arrived at one of the many summoning chambers of the League (Nigel made a comment on avoiding the easternmost chamber, lest she want a quick and painful death). Riven hadn't been in any of the chambers yet. She peered around curiously, but it was surprisingly plain. Along the edges of the walls were some stone benches, and in the middle was a large platform with designated spaces for five people. The only light source in the room came from the glowing blue borders at the top of the walls, giving the room and Nigel a very surreal feel. His bright red hair was reduced to a dark grey in the lighting.

"Have a seat," Nigel pointed to one of the benches.

'I guess that's it for the formalities,' Riven said under her breath as she walked over to sit. She assumed these benches were here to observe summoners, but she knew that wouldn't be her mission here.

Still, she watched, intrigued, as Nigel took his place at the centre position. He took a deep, clear breath. Riven could've sworn she heard it echo, but in this small room it seemed unlikely. Slowly, methodically, he brought his hands together over the middle of the platform. The light coming from the walls dimmed, and in its place the platform itself began to glow. Nigel seemed entirely focused on something Riven couldn't see. She wondered if he was now in a similar state to her own focus.

Suddenly, he brought his hands apart, emitting a small bolt of lightning between them. The sharp crack caused Riven to jump in fright. Nigel himself winced noticeably. Was that not supposed to happen? Or was summoning just a painful process? An annoyed grunt and muttered curse answered the question. He had screwed up.

He repeated the process slowly, taking great care when separating his hands. This time, instead of the bolt of electricity, a wistful blue light emerged and swirled between his palms. He curved his fingers around it and moved his hands in a circular form, as if to shape it. Sure enough, it responded and formed into a ball. Still swirling, its new shape reminded Riven of a blue sun. It was beautiful.

Nigel closed his eyes. The light from the ball shining on his face revealed he was sweating.

"Ready?" He asked in an eerily calm voice.

Riven realized it wasn't exactly a question as she noticed the blue glow surrounding her. She took a deep breath herself, calming her nerves for the next part. She blinked, and she was in darkness. It was still unsettling, but now that she knew what was going on, it was bearable. Like going through a dark tunnel. As her eyes adjusted, she felt like she could see shadows drift by, but as soon as she tried to focus on them, they vanished.

All too suddenly, it ended, and she was back in reality. She had expected to be back in Summoner's Rift, but this place was entirely different. The sky was a dark maroon colour, and a brooding darkness clung to the ground and objects around her. It was anything but welcoming.

She walked down the platform towards the shop. She expected Nigel to tell her what to purchase, but no word came. She looked over the badges on display, but with no real way to tell them apart, she defaulted to the familiar purple dagger, Doran's Blade. It had worked well enough before, right? As she stuck it on her sword, she felt the same rush of magic flowing through her. She could get used to this. She imagined what it would've been like to fight in the Rune Wars, where magic was freely available to increase one's power. Would she have enjoyed it?

Riven let that question go unanswered, and decided to press forward to get her bearings. She walked past the Nexus. Its size was equal to the one in Summoner's Rift, but it somehow looked less theatric. She couldn't place the difference, but it was there.

She continued past and looked ahead. There was only one lane. There was one tower per side, with a great expanse in the middle.

This wasn't a match. It was a duel.

Riven quickly felt a little apprehension. Or rather, a lot. She wasn't sure what to expect. Even if she did, she was entirely unfamiliar with the other champions' capabilities, save for a few.

But, she considered, they wouldn't know of hers either. She decided it would be best to take it slow and make sure she studied her opponent before fighting.

'Minions have spawned!' Came the announcer's voice, identical to the one from Summoner's Rift. Riven presumed the voice had been recorded at some point long ago, and wondered if anyone ever got sick of it.

She patiently waited as the minions came by, and took up a jog beside them. Here she was, using them as a potential shield already. Whatever. She didn't feel rather emotional about it at the moment. She had already had a pretty tiring day so far. She just wanted to get this over with.

She continued along the wide pathway. The walls were entangled with the darkness, as if they were slowly being consumed by it. The clouds above swirled with a pink-purple glint, despite the lack of any wind. The light that reached the ground was tainted with these odd colours. It was unsettling, to say the least.

Riven reached the middle of the bridge (whether it was actually a bridge, or simply a roadway, she couldn't tell). The minions began their simplistic duels to the death, bashing each other with what looked like toy weapons, or lashing out with small orbs of light from pathetic magic wands. Riven peered beyond their battle, trying to find her opponent. But there was no one to be seen, at least at this distance. The darkness made it difficult to see anywhere.

She carefully edged towards the minions. She managed to strike one down, expecting some sort of counterattack from the shadows beyond it. But nothing came.

'Nigel?' She thought forcefully, somewhat unsure of how to actually talk to him. But there was no answer. She frowned. Was he ignoring her, or was it just her fault for not actually asking how to communicate? Without a specific answer either way, she decided to forget it. She'd just have to deal with it herself.

She continued swatting down some minions as they fought. They largely ignored her, preferring to fight amongst themselves for whatever reason. It felt a little silly.

A couple minutes passed, and Riven allowed herself to relax a bit. Perhaps it wasn't actually a duel. Nigel hadn't said it would be. He hadn't said much at all. The only thing she knew for sure, from what Delfeer had said, was that they were supposed to become 'acquainted' with each other. She supposed this would be an easy way to do so-

She heard it before she saw it. Her instincts cut into her thoughts and she reactively positioned her sword to counter the blade audibly cutting through the air. A heavy clang as they collided rang in Riven's ears, and the force of the blow put her off balance. She toppled over, but managed to convert it into a roll and was back on her feet in an instant, ready to fight.

Fight who? There was no one there. Just the minions continuing their quiet war. A whiff of blackish clouds floated overhead, darkening the area further. Not trusting her sight, Riven turned to her other senses. She felt her mind focusing as she listened intently. She needed every bit of attention at this point. Where would the attack come from?

A quick swish from directly behind her gave her the answer. She felt it cut through her as she was caught off guard. It didn't hurt like a normal cut. She just felt it run through her, as if it were a phantom. She quickly dashed forward before turning to face her opponent.

A blade. A four-pronged blade hovered silently in front of her. Riven tried to make out a person holding it, but she could see none. Just what was going on here?

"Impressive, isn't it?" A voice came from behind her.

She made the mistake of turning her head to find the speaker, and heard the blade coming at her again. She tried to jump out of the way as it passed, and it just barely grazed her shoulder. A tiny blue streak flashed from the contact, but rather than focus on it, Riven's eyes followed the sword's path. It continued straight past her and ended at a dimly-lit figure now standing beside the minions.

"Some call it a curse. But I don't believe that's entirely correct." The voice continued. The dark cloud passed just then, allowing whatever light there was to return. Riven could make out the figure now.

"I call it my gift from Noxus," Irelia, the Will of the Blades, finished with a piercing stare.

Irelia. Both Riven's mind and body faltered. The one person she had never wished to cross blades with. The one who had suffered the most in the invasion. The one Riven felt the most guilty to even be associated with hurting.

Why her, of all people?

Riven lost her focus, her mind was spinning. Everything she'd managed to suppress since she got here came surging forth. The memories came back. The war returned. It was happening all over again. She was fighting. Killing. Murdering. Every face she could recall, screaming in agony and horror. She was covered in blood. None of it her own. They all died. Why did they die? It didn't matter. That was what she was there for. The Ionians would fall.

The chemicals rained down. Warriors' skin melted like butter. They clawed at their flesh, severed their own limbs, trying to make the pain stop. But it was no use. More pain was seconds away in the next bombardment. And she watched. Passively. Emotionless.

She buckled over and grimaced in pain. She felt nauseous. This was too much. She couldn't deal with this right now. Her eyes watered, clouding her vision. This was bad. If Irelia were to attack, Riven wouldn't stand a chance. But she simply stood there. Was she enjoying this? Was she reveling in making Riven suffer? Riven clenched her teeth. She was repressing the feeling of being sick. She was only showing weakness towards the opponent. But what could she do? Irelia had won the psychological battle simply by showing up.

What kind of sick joke was this?

Riven? She heard Nigel's voice in her head.

The voice brought her thoughts back to the present.

I can take over, if this is too much… He continued. If he said anymore, Riven didn't hear it. She was too angry to hear it.

'Nigel,' She thought in the most neutral tone possible.

Yes? He answered apprehensively.

'Fuck you, and fuck your goddamn bastard summoners,' She lashed out. This was too much of a coincidence. They had planned this. She was convinced of it. Just another one of their stupid games they liked to play with people's minds. She'd had enough of it.

Riven picked up her blade. She hadn't realized she'd dropped it, and she stood to face Irelia, who was looking at her carefully.

"Are you ready to face me, Noxian?"

The words hit Riven hard. 'No' was her immediate answer, at least in her mind. She'd never be ready.

But still, she charged. She swung furiously at the young woman, who parried the blows with ease as her blade moved fluidly around her.

Riven dashed forward and blasted what magic energy her sword still had directly towards Irelia. The blow caught her off guard, and knocked her off her rhythm. Riven scored two clean slashes, each rewarded with another flash of blue light, while Irelia attempted to recover. Riven could see the Ionian's face tighten into a growl, and her sword reacted in kind. It became like a wasp, and flew straight back at Riven, ready to sting. Riven couldn't block it effectively, and took the hit almost directly. But still, she felt no pain. She felt the impact. She felt the sword pierce her. Why couldn't she feel the pain?

She knocked the blade away and dashed back at Irelia. She made to swing at her undefended body, but already her blade was back in position and ready to strike back. Riven tried to feint and attack her side, but Irelia anticipated it and moved her blade to block. Riven took another hit as her swing was deflected and Irelia's blade spun to counterattack.

Riven fell to the ground, panting. She knew the aura surrounding her was nearly depleted. She had expected this battle to hurt more. She had hoped it would.

Riven knew she would lose. She didn't want to win. She couldn't allow herself to.

Tears threatened her vision again, and this time she couldn't hold them back. She let herself wallow in the miserable state she was in. Everything she had done to the Ionians. There was nothing she could do to repair that. There was no redemption for her. Her short gasps were interrupted by her shameful hiccups. She couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I'm sorry!" Riven cried pitifully. "I'm so sorry!"

Irelia stepped back in surprise. Her expression was complicated for a moment, before softening.

"I know- hic- I know I can't be forgiven for any of this. But please. Hic- Please. I don't know what to do anymore. I've been running for so long. I… I want it to stop."

Riven looked at Irelia desperately, who was looking back in confusion. She knew she looked terrible right now. The thought alone made her sob again. She didn't want to be like this. She wanted to be strong, but she was broken.

"Please tell me. What should I do?" She pleaded to Irelia. She didn't know why. In any other moment, she'd have dismissed the idea entirely. But right now, she was in a pit of despair. She needed something, anything, to be a ladder.

Irelia just smiled. It wasn't a smile of victory, or of enjoyment. It was a compassionate smile. She kneeled in front of Riven and pulled her close in a light embrace. Riven let go of her weapon and clung to her, her sobs washing over anew. The Ionian's armour was cold and hard against her face, but she didn't care anymore.

Irelia patted her back softly. "There, there," She comforted, "Don't give up. You're finally on the right path."

Riven accepted the words as they were given. Her shame faded with the comforting sounds.

Irelia stayed in place and rubbed her back, "There may be something for you yet."


Riven lay on her bed, feeling quite distant from the world. She stared at the ceiling in a daze, drifting in and out of sleep. While awake, her mind kept running through the day's events, but she was too exhausted to think about them. After her… breakdown, Nigel had walked her back here. He still didn't say anything. He didn't really have to. It had all been said.

There was a knock at the door. It shook Riven awake, but she ignored it nonetheless. That didn't seem to stop the person knocking. She heard the doorknob turn and the door softly creak open.

"Riven?" Came a timid voice.

Lux? Riven sat up and hobbled to her bedroom's doorway. Lux stood at the entrance. She waved and smiled sheepishly. Riven couldn't decide what to think of her at this point, so she walked back and flopped down on her bed again. The ceiling was a much more appealing image at the moment. Blank. Simple.

"Riven…?" Lux called again, her confusion showing in her voice. Riven didn't respond, unless a sigh counted as a response.

She heard Lux remove her shoes and continue inside. She appeared at the doorway, smiling unsurely. She was obviously uncomfortable being here, and Riven couldn't figure out why.

"Umm, I wanted to apologize if I did something to offend you earlier." Lux started.

Oh. Right. She had walked out on Lux.

"But it's a little unfair of you to presume my intentions like that." The Demacian continued, sounding a little hurt. Riven finally looked over, her attention grabbed. Lux was biting her lip nervously. She almost seemed as distressed as Riven.

"Can I… sit?" She beckoned to the edge of the bed. Riven considered it for a moment, then nodded. Lux made her way to the bed, and sat at the far corner in an obvious attempt to keep Riven's personal space intact.

She sat there quietly for a few long-stretched minutes, before proceeding.

"I don't want you to join Demacia, Riven." She stated with a newfound sturdiness. Riven glanced at her, but didn't respond. She simply listened. She hadn't done enough of that recently.

"In fact," Lux chuckled, "I think that would make things more complicated."

Riven didn't understand what she meant by that, but still didn't reply. She waited for an explanation, but Lux seemed to stop there, as if she didn't want to expand on the thought.

"What I'm trying to say is, I don't have any ulterior motives, Riven." She said sincerely, turning to face the other girl.

"I'd just like to be your friend."

A friend. Now there was an unfamiliar word. As far as Riven could remember, she had never had someone she could consider a friend. Rivals, perhaps. But no one she could really rely on for help. That was the reason why she so easily transitioned to exile. No one would miss her, or worry about her. She could simply disappear.

But now things were different. She wasn't in Noxus anymore. It was as Irelia had said. She was on a new path now. Whether or not it was the right one was yet to be seen. Riven felt a little afraid of it. She was changing. She knew this. But that didn't make it feel any less foreign.

Maybe having someone like a friend could help her get through this. She liked Lux. That much was obvious. Sure, she was a little quirky and much too straightforward for her own social standing, but Riven felt she could relate to her somehow. And going through the past couple days, she could only conclude that Lux had been interested in helping her out. She had shown herself to be honest, sometimes a little too much so, and if she said the reason was that she wanted to be friends, Riven could believe her.

"Okay," Riven answered quietly.

Lux smiled, and laid back on the bed with a sigh.

"Thank you, Riven."

"For what?" Riven asked.

"For believing me," Lux responded happily.

"Should I not have?" Riven asked edgily.

Lux giggled and shook her head. "No, no. It's just... I'm happy. That's all."

Riven nodded, then realized Lux wouldn't see it with the both of them staring at the ceiling. But she decided it wasn't a necessary response anyway. They both continued laying there.

"This room brings back memories," Lux stated.

Riven propped herself up on her elbows, trying to figure out what she meant. "You've been to Noxus?"

Lux looked back, blushing and immediately regretting saying anything, "Ah. Well... Unofficially, I guess."

Now what did that mean?

Before she got the chance to press Lux on the matter, there was another knock at the door.

"Riven?" Called a voice from outside. She recognized it as Nigel's. She glanced at Lux, who was giving her a suspicious look.

"Secret lover already, Riven?" She pouted. Riven threw a pillow at her and walked to the door, ignoring Lux's "Hey!"

Nigel looked somewhat relieved to see that Riven answered the door. He was still wearing his summoner robes from earlier. Riven casually mused if they always wore them.

"So uh... How's it going?" He asked awkwardly.

Riven shrugged. She didn't feel like answering a vague question like that.

He pressed a finger to his temple, clearly trying to focus and not embarrass himself. This time, he asked a much more suitable question.

"Will you stay?"

Riven wasn't sure how to respond. She assumed Nigel saw her troubled look as he continued without letting her answer.

"Wait. Before you answer that," He said as he started pacing again. Riven wondered if he was just having trouble facing her. "I want you to know my thoughts on the matter."

He took a moment to organize his speech. Riven waited patiently. She was a little amused by the way he needed to pause between sentences. He seemed to have trouble thinking on the spot.

"I know you've had some issues with us summoners so far."

That was an understatement.

"And I know that a lot of us might be... somewhat irresponsible in our words and actions. This might be because we're too accustomed to our line of magic and the, uh, capabilities of it. An abuse of power, maybe? I'm not sure how to describe it best."

Riven tilted her head a bit. Just where was this speech going? Nigel had seemed a lot more focused and confident before. Was it a false bravado after all? Or was he just trying to be nice now that he'd seen her weak side?

"Whatever it is, it's not meant to be harmful to you. I think we have this mindset that we should be more open with everyone, and be able to reach out and help in any way possible. For instance, the match with Irelia..."

He paused again. Riven could tell he was considering the possibility of re-offending Riven. She nodded at him, and he understood.

"I'm still not sure if that was intentional. If it was, then I'd have to agree it may have been a little classless, but... I also think it might have been beneficial for you. You were able to face a piece of your past, and maybe you'll grow from it."

Riven observed him a while with a neutral gaze. He had his finger on his forehead again, possibly going over what he had said and making sure he got it all right. Riven's opinion of the summoners stood unchanged, even after that long speech. As far as she was concerned, they could go take a swig of Melter poison. But Nigel... Maybe he was alright. Instead of an easy apology like she'd received from the others, he took the time to provide her with a logical explanation. She appreciated that on some level.

Nigel nodded slightly to himself, as if confirming he had done his words justice. He looked at Riven expectantly, and she realized he was waiting for her answer. She averted her eyes and thought seriously about it.

Did she want to stay here? Not particularly. But she didn't exactly want to leave either. She subconsciously glanced back at her bedroom...

Now why did she do that...? Was she already too attached to the girl that sat in there? The girl who had somehow forced a friendship onto her. She smiled at the thought in irony. Someone wanted to be her friend. Someone wanted to spend time with her. She wasn't alone anymore.

The rush of relief that washed over her at the thought of having someone beside her was more welcome than anything she'd felt in ages. She realized that the simple fact that Lux had shown up tonight was enough to help her get over the day's events. When she got down about the past, she was usually miserable for days. But Lux had the ability to change that somehow. Whether it was her cheerful attitude or straightforward approach to everything, or maybe just the fact that she cared, Riven didn't know where to place it. Whatever it was, Riven was grateful for it. If there was one reason to stay, this would be it.

She turned back to Nigel, the smile still showing on her face.

"Shall I see you tomorrow, Nigel?"

He seemed to know what she meant as her smile was met with his in response. He nodded enthusiastically. They said their good-nights, and Riven headed back to her bedroom.

She half-expected Lux to be asleep and hogging her bed, but instead found her inspecting the sword that hung on the wall. She looked back as Riven entered.

"Sorry," Lux apologized with a half-smile, "I was curious."

Riven made an uncomfortable face. She wasn't offended, she just didn't want to get into this discussion at the moment. Lux picked up on the look, and dropped the subject.

"So who was at the door?" She asked, jumping back on the bed and kneeling down.

Riven smiled wistfully as she tried to come up with a proper explanation.

"My summoner, I guess," She replied, then shook her head, "Maybe my 'partner' is a better description."

Lux pouted again, and got another pillow thrown at her. She squealed and nearly fell off the bed from the impact.

"Haha, ewww, I got a piece of fluff in my mouth!"

Riven laughed, and caught the pillow with ease as Lux attempted to counterattack.

"You call that a throw?" Riven taunted.

"No fair," Lux complained, "Your laughing distracted me."

Riven looked at her quizzically.

"It's the first time I've heard it," Lux explained further, grinning.

Riven felt a blush creeping up and set down the pillow, sitting herself down beside it.

"Aww, don't be embarrassed," Lux said playfully, "It's cute."

"It's not that," Riven responded disparagingly, shaking her head. "I can't... I honestly can't remember the last time I laughed."

She expected to feel sad at the thought, but instead only felt the numbness from earlier slipping back in. So much for feeling better. One thought and she was already on her way back to darkness. Was it her punishment to live a life of misery?

Before Riven realized it, Lux had wrapped her arms around her from behind. Riven jolted a little from the sudden contact, but Lux only tightened her grip. She didn't say anything. She simply stayed there. Riven could feel Lux's cheek against her ear. The girl was definitely too close for comfort, but Riven couldn't bring herself to pull away. It was a strange mix of discomfort and pleasance. She never let someone get this close, yet here Lux was. She was glad Lux couldn't see her face, because she was blushing heavily.

The memory of the previous night returned abruptly. She had made the mistake of thinking Lux was coming on to her. Or had she?

She was having trouble breathing now.

And then they had gone to town together today... Lux had called it a date...

The thought that Lux could feel her heart racing right now terrified Riven. She reached up to remove Lux's arms from around her. As she touched Lux's hand, however, she felt Lux shift her position. All too suddenly, she felt Lux give her a light peck on the cheek.

Riven was on her feet within the second, facing a very shocked Lux.

She stood there for what seemed like an eternity, her red eyes locked with the other girl's blue, trying to figure out just what was going on. She couldn't bring out the words to ask.

Lux looked away, her face suddenly a bright red. "Sorry," She muttered.

Riven opened her mouth to try to ask a hundred questions at once, but nothing came out still.

Lux chuckled and covered her face with a hand. "Sorry. I guess I'm not used to dealing with other cultures. This sort of thing is normal in Demacia. Did I... insult you?"

Riven didn't respond. She didn't know what she was feeling right now. She couldn't even think straight.

Lux seemed to take the silence as a 'yes', and sighed.

"I think I should go," She said, standing up. Riven's eyes followed her as she walked past. Part of her wanted to tell her not to go. That it was just a misunderstanding. But even she had enough experience with people that it was probably a bad idea.

As she reached the entrance-way, Lux turned, still avoiding eye contact, "If it's at all possible, could you please forget what just happened?" She asked.

Riven managed to nod slightly, trying to keep things from being more awkward.

With one last wistful glance and smile, Lux bid her good night and exited.

Riven stood there for a long while afterwards, and only moved back to her bed when her legs got tired. She lay back and covered her face with her hands. Her right hand drifted to the spot where Lux had kissed her. The feeling was still there.

'Please forget what just happened'?

How could she forget the first kiss she'd ever received?