Vivian's hopes were brutally shattered.
Lady Morgana certainly didn't restrain the bluntness in her honesty about Vivian's condition.
However, the she-wolf was somewhat appreciative of the fact that the coven leader didn't regard her like a child who needed to be consoled with a sugar-coated lie.
Ronan helped Vivian redress, unwilling to leave her exposed to Lady Morgan's intense gaze longer than necessary. He seated himself on the edge of an infirmary bed, pulling Vivian to sit on his lap in order to warm up her body.
The she-wolf was far too devastated to object or feel any sense of embarrassment. She simply relaxed against his chest, her emerald eyes devoid of any feeling as she absentmindedly stared off into space.
"Do you know the story of sleeping beauty?" Lady Morgana asked, taking a seat on a cushioned armrest chair, crossing one leg over the other.
