Ivy’s POV

The corridor outside Lucien’s chamber was too quiet.

It made me even more nervous. It was so quiet that I was sure if a soul passed, they would hear the pounding of my heartbeat.

I’d been pacing for what felt like hours, my bare feet brushing against the cold marble floor. Every step ended the same, right at his door. My hand would hover halfway up to knock, and then I’d freeze again.

He’d been badly injured. I’d seen the blood, the bandages, the exhaustion dragging at his ...