Everything was too loud.
Then suddenly, it was too quiet.
Lucian barely registered the gunfire echoing in the distance. He didn’t hear the shouting or see the bodies.
All he saw was her.
Selene.
Limp in his arms. Blood staining his hands.
“Selene.”
His voice was low, too low. If he spoke any louder, something might shatter.
No response.
His chest tightened violently.
“Selene.”
Still nothing.
Something inside him snapped.
“Get the medic. Now!”
The command sliced through the hallway, sharp and clear.
Footsteps rushed. Voices answered. Chaos stirred again.
But Lucian remained still.
He dropped to his knees, pulling her closer, one hand pressing hard against her side to stop the bleeding.
“You don’t get to do this,” he muttered.
His jaw clenched. His breat
