Third Person POV
The next morning, the summons came. An emergency meeting.
Mr. Brown, Lady Valentina, and Alpha Eric were ushered into a spacious office on the upper floor of the Nashville specialist hospital. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in pale daylight, but it did nothing to warm the air inside. The tension was thick and oppressive. They stood before the large glass table as Dr. Halvorsen entered.
The man didn’t bother with pleasantries. He perched against the edge of the table, fingers laced, his expression grim enough to steal the breath from their lungs. “Miss Alvery hasn’t woken up since the blood transfusion.”
Valentina sucked in a sharp breath. “What?” she whispered.
Dr. Halvorsen didn’t soften it. “She’s slipped into a coma.”
The word hit the room like a gunsh
