Aurelia sighed softly as she watched Lucian sleep.
She held his hand in hers, her heart still pounding.
He was out of danger now. The doctor had said the bullet hadn’t hit any vital organs or blood vessels, so he would be fine in a couple of weeks.
“Lucian,” she whispered, kissing the back of his hand.
As she recalled the moment she thought she was going to lose him, her heart pounded harder.
Aurelia had always believed that the scariest thing in her life was her stepdad reappearing, but today she realized that wasn’t true at all.
Listening to Lucian groan in pain while forcing smiles at her to reassure her that he was okay had terrified her. Her grip on his hand tightened, as if holding him harder could make him heal faster.
She hadn’t even had time to wonder why someone had tried
