Chapter 6
The sight of Lucian’s greenish brown eyes as the man opened them was one of the most beautiful things Nate had ever seen. He reached out and grasped Lucian’s hand, which was as white as the sheet covering his body. Nate wanted to cover Lucian, too, and protect him from all things evil. It broke his heart to find Lucian in such a miserable condition that night with blood on his face and broken bones throughout his body.
“Nate, are you crying?”
Nate wiped his eyes and found dampness there. “I didn’t know,” he said, feeling sheepish. He swallowed as Lucian squeezed his hand.
“Nothing to worry about. I’m fine.”
Nate let out a half laugh, half wet sob. “Fine? You call yourself fine after waking up from five days in a coma? You’ve got cuts and bruises all over your face and cracke
