Lucian
Denis looked like a man hollowed out from the inside. His eyes were red, his expression slack, as if holding himself together was taking all he had left. I didn’t know how to reach him, what words could possibly matter right now? I’d never been in his shoes. I couldn’t imagine it.
“How are you holding up?” I asked quietly.
His gaze stayed fixed on Keisha. “They’ll discharge us tomorrow, but I’m not allowed to leave her alone. She’s suffering from bipolar I disorder. Her wolf genes weren’t activating either, but its better now.” He exhaled sharply, like the words themselves weighed him down. “Her grandmother had it. Her mother didn’t. I just… didn’t think it would touch her.”
He said it more to himself than to me. I gestured for him to sit, and he lowered himself back onto the co
