As they stepped out of the car, the rain drenched them instantly, plastering their hair to their faces and soaking through their clothes. Lucas didn’t flinch. The cold water sliding down his skin was nothing compared to the chill of the unknown that awaited inside.
Lucas stood outside, his eyes fixed on the door, his mind racing. He had been able to fight off the people that attacked them. He just hoped his man would survive. He was a loyal one.
He walked into the clinic. He stepped forward, his boots echoing on the wooden floor as he entered. The smell of antiseptic and sterile equipment filled the air, mingling with the scent of medicine and faint traces of salt from the nearby ocean. When he saw Damien, he called him.
“Damien, ” Lucas called, his voice sharp. “How is Victor?”
Damie
