Lucien POV
Diana is moved to recovery at 7 AM the next morning. Eighteen hours since after surgery, and the doctors are cautiously optimistic.
Mara looks like death.
She's been awake for most of thirty-eight hours, surviving on hospital coffee and the soup I forced her to eat. Dark circles under her eyes, hair falling from its ponytail, still wearing the same clothes from Thursday.
"You're going home," I tell her while her parents settle into Diana's new room.
"I'm fine."
"You're not." I take her elbow, steering her toward the elevators. "Diana's stable. Your parents are here. You need real sleep."
"I can sleep here…"
"In a plastic chair that's trying to kill your spine?" I press the elevator button. "No. I'm driving you home."
She sags against the wall, and I realize she's not go
