LUCEN'S POVI didn’t remember sitting down.One moment I was standing beside Eli’s bed, fingers clenched so tightly into the metal rail that it bent slightly under my grip, and the next I was slumped in the chair, elbows on my knees, head bowed, breath coming shallow and uneven.The steady beep of the heart monitor drilled into my skull. Alive. He was alive. That fact alone should have been enough to steady me. It wasn’t.Eli lay pale against the stark white sheets, lashes dark against his cheeks, chest rising and falling in a slow, fragile rhythm. Every so often, his brows would knit together, lips parting as if he were trying to speak. His fingers twitched, clutching weakly at the linen.Dreaming. No—nightmare.“Eli,” I murmured without thinking, leaning forward. My hand hovered over his arm, stopping just short of touching him. “Wake up.”His breath hitched. His head turned slightly, a soft, broken sound slipping from his throat. “Eli,” I said again, l
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