Braelyn's POV
"Braelyn,"
"Braelyn,"
The voices drew closer and louder. A light tap on my cheeks seemed to have dragged me back from the darkness that was pulling me in.
My eyes fluttered half open to catch an image of Lucien's face etched with worry between his brows and fear fleeting through those sharp hazel eyes.
I parted my lips to ask what he was doing here but only a groan escaped. Lucien's eyes flickered, sensing I was awake. He quickly gathered me in his arms and marched straight to the bedroom.
His footsteps were fast like he was running against time itself. He placed me gently in bed.
"I will call the ambulance immediately." He said with urgency about his phone from his pocket.
I held his wrist and shook my head. He didn't know about my condition and I preferred it that way.
"There is no need, I am just tired," I said.
