Lucien's POV

I paced the waiting room, hands shoved deep in my pockets because if I didn't anchor them somewhere, they'd shake.

My brother was back there, probably hooked up to machines. His body was failing him in ways I couldn't control or fix or throw money at.

The automatic doors hissed open. Camila ran in first, eyes wild and searching. When she spotted me, something in me cracked open.

I crossed the space between us and pulled her into my arms, burying my face in her hair. She smelled ...