Lucas enters like a tornado, the doors slamming a gale-force breeze into my room.
His hair is a mess, his amber eyes focused on me as he looks me over, categorizing every detail of my appearance. Of the IV in my arm—again, the hospital gown, the bed. All of it.
I must pass muster, because about halfway through the room, his steps slow and his shoulders relax. "Ava."
"Lucas."
I hold my hands out when it's clear he isn't sure how to greet me, after our last parting.
He gives Selene a dark stare before sitting next to my legs and grabbing my hands, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "Are you okay?"
It's funny—aside from feeling upset with myself and worried over Lisa, I hadn't processed any other emotions about the invasion.
Now, with him here, tears fill my eyes and my shoulders shake as I remember the fear. How I was positive I'd die by vampire. How gutted I feel with Lisa gone.
The death of Teddy.
Of Bren.
