Adrian's POV
The penthouse viewing room of Ravenfall Medical Tower was never meant for patients.
It was designed for wolves like me—men who needed to watch without being seen, to observe without being witnessed.
The floor-to-ceiling glass was one-way. The sound system was disabled. The only thing that came through was the image on the screen.
And right now, that screen held her.
Lina.
My Lina.
She was sitting up in bed, her hair loose around her shoulders, a soft flush coloring her cheeks. She was watching something on her tablet—some ridiculous video compilation, probably. Chloe always sent her those. And she was... smiling.
Not the fake kind. Not the kind she put on for the nurses or for doctor when he came to check her vitals.
A real one.
Small. Tired. Bu
