DEMIEN'S POV
I didn’t trust Lucas, but I knew that the man had powers beyond his understanding. If there was a chance that he could cure Lena and my child, then I would allow it—for now.
Lucas’s hands hovered over the herbs, trembling slightly as he tried to steady himself. His usual composure was gone, replaced by a raw vulnerability that was as unsettling as the situation itself. I watched every movement he made, my muscles tense, ready to spring into action if he so much as twitched the wrong way.
“I need water,” Lucas muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he fumbled through the pouch. His fingers found a small vial of clear liquid, and he uncorked it with shaking hands. “These herbs… they need to be activated.”
I was tempted to snap at him, to demand why he hadn’t said th
