Lucien POV

The door wouldn’t move fast enough. My fingers ached around the handle. Each step toward her room felt like dragging my own ribs through gravel. Rheon snarled, low and insistent in my skull.

“You moron,” he growled. “We almost lost her. All because of you.”

I swallowed. My throat was dry as bone. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. My hands shook.

“She’s thrashing,” Rheon hissed. “Go. Now.”

I pushed the door open.

Serena lay twisted in the bed, pale, ...