Nadia's POV
"Don't," I said, without turning around.
I felt the pup. A reminder that I wasn't alone. I had a pack that loved me, even if the man at the head did not.
…
We hadn't spoken since the hospital lobby. The image of Reid's golden eyes flashing in fury was still burned into my mind.
When we walked into the grand foyer of the manor, the air was already heavy.
Devin and Carlie were standing by the hearth, their faces grim. Reid was settled in his favorite wingback chair, a thick wool blanket over his legs, looking every bit the dying monarch—except for the sharp, predatory focus in his eyes.
"Sit," Reid commanded.
Lucian remained standing, his jaw locked.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry. But Abbie had a reaction to her meds. I couldn't just..."
"I don't want to hear that name again,"
