Brian's professional mask couldn't quite conceal his growing unease as he turned to Evelyn. "You specified that intensive care was necessary, Countess."

"Absolutely," she replied with artificial sweetness. "The poor child has endured significant trauma. Wouldn't you agree, Lana?" Her gaze sliced toward me, sharp as surgical instruments beneath manufactured kindness.

I forced a brittle smile. "I appreciate the concern, but I really don't require—"

"Nonsense." Evelyn's dismissive gesture cut ...