People come running.
Servants sprint in first, pale and panicked. Then feet thunder from deeper inside the mansion.
Luna Rayne pushes through the forming crowd, hair loose from sleep. Darien is just behind her, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes sharp. Daphne stumbles out of a doorway, mascara half-fixed and already streaking again.
Morgan and Grayson appear next, the twins frozen mid-breath before jumping forward to help. Heidi peeks from behind them, eyes huge, face draining of color.
Everyone is talking over everyone.
"What happened?"
"Move— give her space…"
"She's bleeding— gods, she's bleeding…"
Someone screams for towels. Another for the healer. Someone orders hot water. Someone else pushes through the crowd sobbing.
