LUCIAN P.O.V.
I race out of the hospital, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead, their sterile glow doing nothing to calm the chaos in my mind. With my security team close behind, I make a beeline for my SUV. Morgan, my trusted driver, opens the door with a practiced ease, and I slide into the passenger seat, fastening my seat belt before even glancing at him.
“Where to, sir?” He asks, his voice neutral but alert, ever mindful of the unsaid dangers that lurk in our world.
“Esme’s house!” I reply, sounding steadier than I feel.
As we pull away from the hospital, I stare out the window, letting the scenery blur in a haze of gray and green. My mind swirls with thoughts of Esme. She's a powerful witch, but when dealing with the Fates is almost suicide. Even the gods and goddesses won'
