It didn’t take long for Dr. Faber to arrive. It took him barely twenty minutes… but to Lucien, Damon, and Lukas, it felt like an hour or more.
The house was too quiet, the air thick with tension. Braxton lay on the couch, half-conscious, his pulse erratic. Every few seconds, his body twitched like a jolt was passing through him. His breathing had calmed slightly, but his face stayed pale. His jaw was clenched against the pain.
When Faber stepped through the door, she didn’t bother with greetings. She dropped her bag on the table and went straight to him.
“Move,” she said with a crisp tone but not unkind. Lucien and Lukas stepped aside immediately.
She placed her stethoscope over Braxton’s chest, listening closely. Her brows furrowed. Then she checked his eyes, his pulse, the faint glow
