The city of Valemont glittered below the hospital windows, indifferent to the chaos that had unfolded hours ago. Inside, the fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow, making the space feel unreal. Adrian sat rigidly in the chair beside Elara’s bed, watching her chest rise and fall in the slow rhythm of recovery. Even with the bandages and bruises, she looked alive — fragile, yes, but defiant in the way that always made his chest tighten.He hadn’t left her side since she had been wheeled into surgery. Every beep from the monitor, every whispered instruction from the nurses, made his pulse spike. He was accustomed to control, to commanding the rooms he walked into, but this — waiting for her to fight through injuries — stripped him of all composure.“Elara,” he murmured softly, leaning closer so only she could hear.Her eyes fluttered open, hazel meeting his storm-dark gaze. “You look exhausted,” she said faintly, a wry smile tugging at her lips.“I haven’t slept,” he admitted.“You didn
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