Chapter 187

• Lucas' POV
• I must have slept for days. When I finally stirred, the world seemed to spin around me like a carousel gone mad. Colors swam before my eyes, sounds echoed faintly in my ears, and my body felt like a limp rag doll, barely tethered to the mattress. The sheets beneath me were soft, impossibly clean, and carried the faint scent of lavender—a luxury I hadn't indulged in for months. But even that couldn't ease the ache in my bones or quiet the storm of thoughts battering my skull.
• Finn appeared at my bedside almost instantly, as though he'd been waiting for this moment. He sat on the edge of my bed, his broad shoulders relaxed, his expression a mix of relief and curiosity. His cologne—sharp and musky—filled the air, grounding me slightly.