The Detective Omega
Lucien’s POV
“She’s breathing, right?” Ayla asked rolling her eyes, probably wishing my Sera died. Her arms were still crossed like she wasn’t clinging to the wall just minutes ago.
“Yes,” I snapped, pulling the sheet tighter around Seraphina’s limp, naked body. “Don’t pretend you care.”
“She could’ve killed us all.”
“But she didn’t.”
Ayla didn’t respond as she pouted, throwing her face away.
I looked down at Sera who was unconscious, fragile, and covered in blood that wasn’t hers. Her hair was tangled, her lips parted just slightly. And even unconscious, she made my heart skip like I was a boy again, caught watching his favourite show.