"Didn't you once swear you wouldn't force Lucien to remember either of you?" Edmund asked quietly.
They stood in Lucien's bedroom. The omega lay unconscious on the bed, his breathing shallow, his brows knotted tightly.
The doctor had already come and gone, leaving behind a diagnosis that only deepened the tension in the room: psychological strain, compounded by stress, had finally pushed Lucien past what his body could bear.
Even among capos and dons, the Silver Serpent was infamous for having more fragile constitution.
Silas dropped his gaze, shame tightening his shoulders. Adrian, arms folded behind him, exhaled hard before speaking.
"Silas told you the truth. Lucien was the one who asked about the past." His hands balled into fists behind his back.
"And yeah, of course I wanted him to know. I miss who he used to be. I miss our Lucien. But we would've stopped if I knew he'd end up like this."
