LISA
Lucas is bigger than I thought he'd be.
The thought comes randomly as I stare at him across Ava's bed. He never spares me a glance; he's attuned to her every breath. There's pain etched across his face that makes my heart ache for him.
I'm hurting, too. But this fated mate connection that shifters have…
It's on another level.
Kissing the back of Ava's hand, I lower my head to pray for the hundredth time today.
Dear Lord, please hear my prayer. I know I don't go to church and I don't follow your commandments. I know I'm a terrible Christian. I'm not even sure I am Christian. But I know you're supposed to care about all of us, so please—if you're listening—please, save Ava. She deserves so much more than this.
Of course, there's no answer. Half of me is hoping for a miracle, but the other half knows the prayer's pointless.
There's nothing any of us can do.
