Kane’s POV
I shut the door slowly behind me, after looking at Ava and Lucas inside the room for a while.
For a moment, I just stood there in the corridor, staring at nothing. My fists were clenched tight at my sides, not because of the rogues or Orion this time but because of what I’d just seen.
Ava, sitting there at Lucas’s bedside, clutching his hand like it was the only thing tethering her to the earth. Her eyes were wet with tears, her face pale with fear, whispering to him like she’d shatter if he slipped away.
It shouldn’t have made my chest ache. It shouldn’t have made Rafe, inside me snarl with possessive rage. She was his mate too, ours.
But gods help me, the jealousy twisted in my gut anyway.
“She was crying for him,” Zack muttered beside me.
I snapped my head toward him,
