Harper’s POV
Instead of calling for one of the maids to prep the bath, Lucas readied everything himself. I was a bit reluctant when he pulled away at first. My nerves coiled and twisted with anxious tension as I felt his warmth leave me.
But I was swiftly instructed to pick out a fresh change of clothes in the meantime.
A few moments later, Lucas stepped out of the bathroom. “It’s ready, Harper.” His voice was still rough from letting Levi give out the terrible howl earlier. It sent a different kind of chill racing down my spine.
Ever since this morning, I’ve had this bubbling feeling of not wanting to leave Lucas’s side. It spurred and fluttered between my lungs and knotted at the base of my lower stomach. Between each patient that came in to be treated, my thoughts easily wandered
