CHAPTER FOUR — THE MAN WHO WOULDN’T LET GONight settled over St. Haven’s like a tired sigh, the rain softening into a slow, steady drum against the windows. Most patients had fallen asleep. Lights dimmed. Footsteps quieted.But inside Trauma Room Three, peace was impossible.Adrian wouldn’t close his eyes.Not unless Liana stayed within arm’s reach.She sat beside his bed, spine straight, one hand resting lightly on the blanket. His fingers locked around hers like metal cuffs warm, heavy, unyielding.He watched her.Not blinking.Not breathing normally.Not even pretending to sleep.His gaze was a storm: dark, searching, almost feverish.“You’re real,” he murmured at one point, voice rough from earlier shouting.“Unfortunately,” she replied dryly.But the corner of his mouth twitched just barely as if her sharpness soothed him.The doctor had tried sedating him again. Useless. The moment the syringe came near, Adrian snarled and tightened his grip like she was being threatened, not h
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