Ivy POV

The next morning came too quickly. I hadn’t slept at all. I sat beside Rick’s bed, watching him breathe. His small hand rested on the blanket, and every now and then, his fingers twitched like he was dreaming. I wanted to believe he was fine, that everything was over, but the image of his eyes glowing faintly red wouldn’t leave my mind.

Lucien hadn’t slept either. I could tell by the way he stood near the window, his back to me. He hadn’t said a word all night. He just ...