Aria
I moved faster faster than I thought I could.
Lucian lunged, and I ducked under his swing, shoving the rolling hospital tray in his path. It clattered to the floor, metal, and glass flying. He stumbled, not expecting resistance. I backed away, my chest heaving.
“Brave,” he growled, turning to face me. “But not smart.”
“Get out, Lucian. You’re not going to hurt him.”
“You think you can stop me, little girl?” he mocked. “You’re standing in a hospital gown, and I have a knife.”
I glanced around the room for anything useful. A chair. A broken IV pole. My only weapon was desperation.
Damian groaned on the bed, trying to sit up. “Don’t… touch her…”
Lucian smirked. “You hear that, Aria? Your broken prince wants to protect you. That’s cute.”
“Why?” I asked suddenly, stepping toward h
