THE RAGING KING.

LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW. Panic flared in my chest as soon as Sloane fell into my arms. All I could picture was my mother, my sick, blood-coughing-up mother, in my arms as I held her. “Sloane!” I rushed out in fear, lifting her in my arms, before dashing out of the bathroom. I barely heard anything else behind me. The world had faded into a blur, and all I could do was try my best not to fucking scream. The second I got to my elite infirmary, I gently placed her on the bed and turned to my doctor. “Treat her, now!” I growled at him, my chest heaving as the panic I felt surged through me in full force. She’s not Alicia, Lucien…she’s not your mother. I whispered internally at myself, as I watched his expert, but shaky hands go over her. I barely felt the presence of anyone else in the room. All I could focus on was her, as my eyes zeroed in on my girl. ‘Please, please be okay….please.’ I whispered like a fucking moron in my mind, my hands clenched into fists by my side. All I wanted to do