Elowen's POV
"Let go of her," Rhysand commanded quietly, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he raised an eyebrow. “You're pressing against her injured arm.”
Julian’s grip loosened slightly, but he didn't release me entirely.
"What do you mean by that, Julian?" Rhysand asked, his voice steady, deep, and laced with absolute authority.
"What do I mean?" Julian sneered, his chest heaving as he stared down his uncle. “Everyone in the Vance family knows you've never shown a shred of interest in any woman—not since that woman abroad years ago. Now, suddenly, you’re constantly stepping in to play hero for Elowen. Don't tell me you're doing this out of respect for me.”
Rhysand stood tall, his towering frame casting a long, imposing shadow over the hospital lobby. A cold, dangerous atmosphere
