Author's POV
Heidi's perfectly manicured nails drummed against the hospital bedside table, her eyes fixed on the door that Lucian had just walked through. Once she was certain he was gone, the fragile, sickly expression melted from her face, replaced by one of pure fury.
"Goddamnit!" she hissed, throwing aside the blanket and standing up with none of the weakness she'd displayed moments earlier. She paced the private room, her ice-blue eyes flashing with frustration.
Three weeks. Three f*****g weeks since she'd returned, playing the role of the tragic ex-girlfriend battling a terminal illness. Three weeks of calculated tears, trembling hands, and perfectly timed dizzy spells. And still, Lucian Storm kept her at arm's length.
Every time she orchestrated a moment of intimacy—a vulnerable
