Chapter 8: The Healer's Challenge
(Grace's POV)
I stood by the open window of my room, the gentle morning light streaming in, but my thoughts were heavy. My fingers absentmindedly traced the edges of the vials in my healer’s kit, ensuring every one of them was secure.
The list of rare herbs I needed for grandmother’s treatment kept circling my mind. The weight of it—it felt like more than just a task. Every second felt urgent when it came to her life.
The sound of wheels rolling across the marble floor made me look up. There he was—Lucian. I almost forgot how he managed to dominate a room, even in his wheelchair. He was dressed cleanly, sharp as ever, his alpha instincts hidden beneath the image he projected. Those piercing green eyes found mine, and I felt an odd twinge inside my
