Lucien

He sat, his eyes closed, his lips on her small hand.

The nurses were speaking. They were conversing between themselves softly, fearful of the people on board. Lucien had asked Danielle to stay behind. Aiyana looked like she needed help, despite her tall claims. She had been white-faced and in need of a doctor. Yet the stubborn woman had opted to stay back and make sure that Lucien and Proserpina could get away safely.

Now he tuned in to the words that came his way, filtering into his fevered, tired brain.

“…surgery…”

“Chances of survival…few…”

Lucien’s head reared up. he looked livid, his eyes glinting harshly as he gripped...