LucienShe was asleep.But not peacefully.Even in unconsciousness, her brow furrowed like she was bracing for impact. Her breathing was shallow, her hands curled tightly beneath the blanket like fists too exhausted to swing again.I sat in the chair beside the bed, watching the rise and fall of her chest, counting each breath like a prayer I wasn’t sure I still had the right to speak.Ivy Sinclair—my wife, my enemy, my salvation—had nearly died winning a war I’d started.And I didn’t know how to forgive myself for that.The med techs had cleared the room hours ago, but I hadn’t moved. Not since I carried her out of that courtyard, her body trembling in my arms like a lit match about to burn out.Clara had tried to pull me away. Had warned me that I needed rest too.But how do you rest when the one person who holds your soul in her hands lies broken because of you?Because of choices you made long before she walked into your office with that steel spine and those wild, furious
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