Lina's POV
I dragged him carefully onto the thick carpet, then grabbed a heavy blanket from the bed and tucked it around him. Turned on the heater and the humidifier so he wouldn't get cold.
Then I pulled out my phone and opened the video call I'd set up earlier.
The screen flickered to life. A face appeared—sharp features, dark eyes, speaking in rapid, elegant French.
"Remove all his clothing."
I swallowed hard. "All of it?"
"It's not like you haven't seen him before. Why are you being shy?"
My face burned. "Shut up."
With trembling hands, I started removing Adrian's shirt.
The moment I saw his torso, I couldn't breathe.
Scars. Everywhere.
Old ones layered over new ones, crisscrossing his chest and ribs like some horrific map of pain.
Tears blurred my
