Raine POV
The smell of something warm drifted into the room before I even opened my eyes. For a moment, I couldn’t tell if it was the hospital food or something dangerously edible. My lashes fluttered, and when I finally focused, the first thing I saw was Lucian Thornfield balancing two steaming containers in one hand like he had just conquered an army and was now delivering the spoils of war.
He looked so out of place here. His tall frame leaned casually against the doorway, black hair slightly damp as if he’d just come from a shower, the faint silver of his ring glinting under the fluorescent light. For a second, I almost forgot how to breathe.
He didn’t say anything. Just walked in with that silent authority that made everything else in the room dim a little. He placed one container
