ADRIANA'S POV
Her injury wasn't that bad. Reagan made it seem like it would kill her. He carefully placed a layer of gauze over it. He was in the middle of it when the door of her room opened and her grandmother stepped inside.
Reagan did not acknowledge her grandma's presence until he finished putting gauze on her neck.
When Reagan was done, he stood beside her, his one hand resting comfortably at the back of her chair, his fingers casually caressing her exposed back.
"Lady Racquela," Reagan greeted. He did not even bother to greet Katherine, Harris, and Maeve. They were just standing outside her room. Curiously watching what's going on inside.
"Forgive my granddaughter, Marshall Reagan. She hasn't been raised properly as her mother died and she had been absent for the past three ye
