Adrian's POV
When the doctor finally pieced together what those bastards had done—pumping Elena full of a nasty sedative laced with that slow-burning corrosive toxin that was already chewing through her liver enzymes and sparking weird blips on her neural scans—I felt this cold vise clamp around my chest, squeezing until it hurt to breathe.
I stared at her lying there so fragile amid the tangle of tubes and beeping monitors, her skin pale and clammy like she'd been drained of life itself.
I leaned in close to the doc, my voice coming out rough and edged with that desperate fury bubbling up from deep inside, grabbing his sleeve just tight enough to make my point without snapping.
"Listen to me—you tell me exactly how we drag her back from this edge, every single step of the goddamn p
