By the time they arrived back at the house, Lucian climbed up to his room with slow and deliberate steps, exhaustion already weighing heavily on his body. Each movement was calculated, like he was forcing himself to stay upright, to ignore the burning fatigue threatening to pull him under. Behind him, Adrian was already peeling off in another direction, moving with urgency down the hall.
Adrian didn't waste time. The moment his boots hit the marble floor, he went to inform Doctor Marlowe that they had returned from the meeting. Without delay, the woman gathered her medical supplies and made her way up to Lucian's room.
Lucian was lying in bed when she arrived, half propped up against a mound of pillows. His skin was pale, eyes dulled but still alert.
