The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the hospital air as Valencia stepped through the threshold. She passed Alaric to maximus who planned to go to the lounge in order to give her some space, but not too much. He had kept what she had done to Melissa Adams hidden for now . . . but he didn’t know how much longer that would last.
This was the calm before the storm and with all the uncertainty surrounding her circumstances and newfound power; it may be her only chance to visit Ty for a while. Her sneakers soft against the waxed floor. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, but she barely noticed.
Her fingers curled tightly around the bouquet in her hand, a mix of deep blue irises and snowdrop lilies she’d somehow remembered were his mother’s favorites. She hadn’t slept much
