What an irony, Ashley thought.
She thought growing up in a world of violence had desensitized her to death. She had seen countless instances of it her entire life and had even sullied her own hands with the excuse of survival.
It was why death… didn't scare her at all.
But she was wrong.
Because right now, all she could feel was fear.
The fear of the countless what-ifs. What if Lucian did not get better? What if things didn't go the way she wanted them to? What if he would never wake up again?
What if… he died?
Those thoughts replayed in her head over and over again, from the beginning until now, while she sat in Primo's room.
Ashley stared at Primo's sleeping face, as if borrowing some sort of strength just by looking at him. As if trying to remind herself that, regardless of her own fears, Primo was here. Dominion still existed, and problems were about to rise while her husband was fighting for his life.
Closing her eyes, she drew a deep breath.
