ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

I glanced up from my phone as a nurse stepped into the waiting room.

"They are back, Sir Zevran. Please allow me to lead you to their room."

I nodded once, stood up, and followed her out.

The smell of antiseptic clung to the air, sharp and sterile. Camille sat on the bed with her arm bandaged, her expression grim. Marros stood beside her, his jaw set hard enough to crack. Both looked like they had clawed their way out of hell.

I wasn't surprised. They'd taken longer than ...