Gabriel’s POV

Lucy was ice cold. Her petal pink lips an unnatural shade of powder blue. I brought her upstairs to our room, wrapping a quilt around her shoulders and turning on the shower. Not too hot. I had to warm her up gradually.

Her shoulders trembled, shaking with uncontrollable tremors. “What happened?” I asked gently, leaning her back against the mattress to strip her of her saturated shoes and socks. Lucy told me that Vivianna saved her, but I didn’t ...