The only sound in the hospital room was the steady beep of the heart monitor. Lily should have felt safer and more comforted by Ethan's chest's regular rise and fall. However, she became aware that she would never feel secure again as she sat in the hard plastic chair next to his bed, her fingers gripped firmly together.
Carlisle was no longer there. Detained. Taken away in handcuffs following what seemed like an unending conflict. Lily was aware that this did not imply her freedom, though.
The shadows of men like Carlisle were long.
He had the power to affect her even from a jail cell.
As she considered all the past adversaries they had encountered, a chill went through her. The conflict continued after a king was overthrown. All it signified was that a new one was about to start.
She let out a deep sigh, pushing herself to concentrate on the here and now.
