Damian stood over Ella’s unconscious form, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Her breathing was shallow, skin slick with sweat. Every second she spent trapped in the grips of the poison felt like a knife twisting in his chest.Lucian stepped into the room quietly, his sharp eyes scanning Ella, his jaw tight with concern.

“Tell me what to do,” Lucian said without hesitation.

Damian didn’t look at him. His voice came out low, dark, edged with fury. “Someone did this. Someone in our ...