Ethan's POV:
The words crash through the room like thunder.
My blood turns to ice.
'Lucian. Here. Now.'
And Emma's scent is everywhere in my chambers—on the sheets, on the chair where she's been sitting, on my hand where she held it for hours.
I try to sit up. Pain explodes through my back, white-hot and vicious. The partially healed wounds tear open slightly. I taste copper as I bite back a scream.
"Don't!" Emma's hands push against my shoulders, trying to keep me down. "You'll hurt yourself—"
"Get her out of here." My voice comes out harsh, desperate. I look past Emma to where Ellie stands frozen in the doorway. "Now, Ellie. Hide her. Somewhere he won't look."
Ellie springs into action immediately. "Come on." She grabs Emma's arm, pulling her toward the door.
"But Ethan—" Emma r
