The Third Person's POV
Nadia sat in the car.
Her gaze fixed on the hospital entrance until Andrew's figure emerged.
"Luna," Andrew said, his voice laced with caution.
"Alpha Lucian has to stay with Abbie. He asked me to take you back to the villa."
"How is she?" Nadia asked.
"An allergic reaction to almonds. Her heart rate spiked, but the doctors have it under control now."
Nadia offered a single, stiff nod.
Almonds.
The word tasted bitter in her mind.
Lucian knew Abbie's allergies better than his own heartbeat; he had personally briefed the kitchen staff months ago to ensure her safety. How could a mistake of that magnitude happen under his roof?
The thought felt like a jagged shard of crystal, but she was too emotionally drained to piece the puzzle together.
When they r
