(POV de Hunter)

I stood by the doorway of the private treatment room, observing Roman's protective stance near Scarlett. Even while sitting on the edge of the treatment table, anxiety written all over her face, she still exuded a sense of quiet resilience.

Aiden prepared the herb mixture for the injection methodically. His eyes flickered between his work and Scarlett's reaction.

"La mezcla de hierbas está lista", anunció Aiden, levantando la aguja.

Scarlett se ...