LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.

One moment, she's on a call with someone, and the very next, she falls. She just drops, straight into my arms, as her eyes flutter shut, and her body goes limp in my hold.

My heart drops with her, along with every fucking fibre of my being, as my mind races with the urge to protect what's mine. My hands caress her cheeks softly, as I call out;

"Sloane?" There's no answer, not even a stir, as her eyes remain shut, and her body limp. "Sunshine, wake up," I call for her ...