I couldn't breathe in that hospital room anymore.

Every second that passed without knowing what was happening at home felt like knives in my chest.

"What have I done?"

My imagination grew wide. My mind kept spinning - Was it Mateo losing control, maybe Rafiq fighting back, or Lucian seeing everything. I sat up slowly, ignoring the dizziness, and stared at the IV line taped to my arm.

I had to go.

I swung my legs off the bed, but the moment my feet touched the floor, the world tilted. My knees buckled. I grabbed the bed rail to steady myself, breathing hard. My eyes landed on the heavy metal...