The sterile scent of antiseptic greeted Barbara as Lycus led her through the hospital hallways. She had always associated this place with illness and injury, but an odd sense of anticipation was building within her. Lycus had been acting secretive lately, and her curiosity had been piqued since he told her he had a surprise.
Lycus was a man of few words, his tall frame and brooding demeanour often masking his genuine emotions. But beneath that reserved exterior lay a caring heart that had stood by her through thick and thin. His actions spoke volumes, and she had learned to read the unspoken words in his gestures.
They stopped before a set of double doors, and a laboratory lay beyond. Lycus turned to her, his eyes locked onto hers. He didn't need to say anything; his gaze was enough to c
