Lucien’s POV

The walk to her room felt like a descent into a fever dream. Every second that had passed while she was unconscious was a needle under my skin, but now that she was awake, the fear had shifted into something else. I shoved the double doors open, the wood thudding against the bumpers with a violent crash that made the young doctor jump.

She was sitting up in the bed, looking smaller than I remembered against the mountain of white pillows. She looked fragile, her skin like ...