Chapter 104: Time Of Death
It was day four, when the sun last rose for her.
Lunara hadn’t left the hospital in three days. Not even once. Her shoes hadn’t left her small locker since the evening they rushed in. Now she wore the hospital slippers a nurse had quietly handed her days ago, the thin, quiet things that barely made a sound when she moved.
The blanket draped over her shoulders had started to smell faintly like the sterile walls around her. And the hospital cot in the corner remained unslept, because she refused to lie down while Mila still fought to open her eyes.
She had barely eaten. Barely spoken.
Every beep from the monitor was a thread she clung to. Every shift in Mila’s breathing made her heart leap or sink.
Eryx had been watching from the hallway for hours, eyes fixed on the small rectangular window in the door. Each time Lunara looked at him, she broke down. And each time, he felt something inside him fracture a little more.
So he stayed out. Not because he didn’t care, but because he wasn’t sure she wanted him there. Not after everything. Not with the guilt clawing at him just as fiercely.
"Did you find it?" he asked quietly, not taking his eyes off the room.
Callum stood beside him, nodding. "Still digging, but sir, I’m sorry, it was hard to trace her so we might need some more time."
Eryx’s jaw clenched as he finally tore his eyes away from the window and turned sharply.
"She’s dead. She’s dead and still managing to keep her secrets," he hissed. "What the hell is taking so long, Callum?"