In the morning, Lucien was already awake, moving around the kitchen and preparing breakfast. Ash was still lying in bed, half-asleep.
His phone rang. Groaning, he pulled the pillows over his ears, mumbling, "Adrian...not now."
It rang again, louder this time, forcing him upright. Irritated, he grabbed the phone. "Why are you disturbing my sleep?" he asked.
On the other end, Martin's voice was tight with emotion. "Ash...Naomi got into a car accident .She's in the ICU."
Ash's eyes widened. "I'm coming," he said, then hung up.
He threw off the covers, still in his pajamas, slid on his slippers, and headed for the door.
Just as his hand reached for the doorknob, Lucien appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray with sandwiches and two glasses of milk. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"I have to rush to the hospital," Ash replied quickly. "My friend got into an accident. She's in the ICU."
"Can I come with you?" Lucien asked.
Ash shook his head. "It's okay. I'll go on my own."
