Kael's POV
We carried Lucian upstairs to his room and laid him gently on the bed before covering his bare body with the sheets. Downstairs, the estate was still in chaos. I had already called Liam, ordering him to get here immediately.
His voice crackled through the receiver. "I'm already here. When you two bolted like your asses were on fire, I figured something happened and came straight over."
"Good to know your old age hasn't completely rotted your brain," I said, then ended the call.
Roman entered the room a moment later—but he wasn't alone.
That bitch was in his arms.
Before Rafe or I could speak, Roman strode toward the bed. "I didn't know what to do with her or where to keep her," he said, his voice tight, "and the entire house is a disaster."
Without further discussion, he placed her beside Lucian on the massive king-size bed. She looked small, almost swallowed by the mattress, lying in the narrow space Lucian had left for her.
