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Hours later, Myla’s still unconscious. I keep vigil by my girl’s bedside in Purgatory. After the battle with Armageddon, we consulted a long roster of doctors. All agree it’s best for her to be here, sleeping in familiar surroundings with those who love her nearby. Camilla spends much of her time in the master bedroom where Xavier recovers. I’ve made Myla my top priority. Mostly, my role involves watching my girl sleep while experts troop in and out.
Lucas.
The royal physicians.
Quasi doctors.
Each time, it’s a similar routine. The experts check Myla’s pulse. Run a few tests. They conclude they’ve never seen anything like this before, as there are no records on the Great Scala. Then they grab a brownie from the kitchen and take off.
Which brings me to Myla’s friend Cissy, who keep
