Olivia's POV
The next morning, I stood in the living room feeling uneasy. Lennox was bringing his mate home just after he had met her yesterday.
The front doors swung open, and I froze. I expected to see a woman on a stretcher—someone pale and sick, someone who looked like she was actually the cause of Lennox's sudden agony.
But when Lennox walked in, he was supporting a woman who looked radiantly healthy. She was beautiful, with glowing skin and bright-green eyes that didn't look like they had ever seen the inside of a hospital wing. She leaned into him, her hand tucked firmly into the crook of his arm, and Lennox was looking at her with a focus that made my stomach turn into knots.
"Lennox?" I whispered, my voice sounding small in the vast foyer.
Before he could answer, a team of medical orderlies followed them in, pushing heavy, high-tech machines and rolling IV poles. It looked like they were moving an entire intensive care unit into our home.
