The air in the room was thick and heavy, making it hard to take a full breath. Liam and Leon stood like two stone walls; they bared their teeth at each other, neither one willing to move an inch. To them, stepping back felt like giving her up forever.
"I am the eldest," Liam growled, his voice deep and vibrating with power. "I'm the one who decides. Move, Leon."
"Being born first won't save her life," Leon snapped back, his eyes flashing with possession. "She needs heat, and I'm burning hotter than you'll ever be. Besides, you're only older by six minutes. It doesn't mean a damn thing right now."
Between them, Leo stood silent, watching Scarlett shiver on the bed. His knuckles were white because he was squeezing his fists so hard they shook. The healer, Hecate, stood at the bedside, her hands glowing with a soft, flickering green light as she prepared to work.
