(Eleanor's POV)
Lucian stood in the doorway in a black suit, his tie was loose around his neck. His eyes scanned my whole body, like he needed to confirm with his own sight that I was okay.
His jaw was tight, his hands were tucked into his pockets.
“Then what would that make me?” Marcus countered.
He stood up from the chair he was sitting beside the bed. The metal legs dragged against the floor and made my teeth hurt. He moved in front of me, putting himself between me and Lucian.
The air went thin. I could feel it press against my skin.
“Step aside, brother.”
Lucian’s voice came cold and sharp.
The word brother sounded more like a blade than a title when it left his mouth.
The nurse froze. Her hand was still hovering over my chart. I watched her throat bob as she swallowed.
