LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.

Panic flared in my chest as soon as Sloane fell into my arms. All I could picture was my mother, my sick, blood-coughing-up mother, in my arms as I held her.

“Sloane!” I rushed out in fear, lifting her in my arms, before dashing out of the bathroom. I barely heard anything else behind me. The world had faded into a blur, and all I could do was try my best not to fucking scream. The second I got to my elite infirmary, I gently placed her on the bed and turned to my ...