[Violet]
For a moment, none of us moved.
Lucien’s arms were still wrapped around me, his brow furrowed in quiet conflict, while the woman being rolled in a wheelchair at the doorway smiled like we weren’t even there—like she hadn’t interrupted something private on purpose.
“Lulu!” she sang, eyes locked on him. “You came to see me…”
Lucien tensed at the nickname. His hands slackened on my waist, then curled tighter, as if he was trying to calm himself.
“I only came because Raye had a fever,” he said, voice flat.
She pouted. “Don’t be so cold.”
Contrary to last night, I didn’t exist to her and she didn’t bother speaking to me. Just sat there with her overdone smile and wrapped arm and leg.
A nurse hurried in, frowning at Marielle’s sudden mobility. “You really shouldn’t be moving aro
