Lucian's POV
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"S–Sylas?" Elian brushed past him at the infirmaries' entrance, glancing back once before moving further. "Is that... Is that really you?"
Lucian was still gobsmacked at the entrance, blinking at what he saw.
Sylas.
He wasn't sprawled on his bed, surrounded by beeping holographic screens, and looking frail. No.
His long-lost brother stood just beside his bed, looking far healthier and steadier than Lucian had seen when he passed out in the desert. Even the few doctors gawked at him with astonishment.
"Doctors." Kyren moved past Lucian as well. "Why is he getting up by himself? Weren't his vitals overrun by the energies he got exposed to outside?"
The doctors glanced at one another, as if trying to determine who would speak first.
Meanwhile, Elian had already gotten in front of Sylas. His mate raised a hand slowly in front of him, placing the other on his chest.
