bound by his breath

Lucia's pov

Sleep had become a luxury these past few days. Everything else was a rollercoaster of downs and even more downs.

I sighed as I sat beside Sophia's little bed all night, squeezing her tiny,frosty hand like it was a lifeline I'd been praying for. Every beep from her monitor felt like I was racing against time,fate and- I gulped, maybe even death.

I quickly shook off the thought…time and fate maybe but not death, never death

She won't die on my watch. Lucas had promised me and I would wait.

In fact, waiting was all I could do…. until the morning.

And then the blessed morning came. And with it came a man in a perfect black suit, his hair slicked back with Deadly precision. From the doorway, he started into the ward like he owned the place. I took a good look at him and I could tell that he belonged in high-powered board meetings and tiled offices not in the drab anxiety filled corridors of hope general.

“Miss Moretti?” he asked, his voice velvety and almost too smooth.

I got