Chapter 164: Finding Solutions
LUCIAN’S P.O.V.
The hospital room was silent except for the faint beeping of the heart monitors attached to Teresa. I sat slouched in one of the stiff hospital chairs, elbows on my knees, hands clasped together, my mind a whirlwind of frustration and helplessness. Ares was pacing in my head like a caged animal, snarling every few seconds.
"She’ll wake up,"I muttered, more to myself than to anyone else.
"She better, or someone will pay, Lucian." Ares growled.
Before I could respond, the door creaked open, and Adrian strode into the room, his gait as slow and deliberate as ever, carrying a small paper bag in his hand. His expression was a mix of triumph and barely concealed irritation. Typical Adrian — looking like he had just come from casually conquering kingdoms.
He set the bag down on the table with a measured thud, then folded his arms, his purple eyes sweeping over the room like we were his unruly coven.
"You look pleased," I said, leaning back in my chair. "But also... mildly annoyed. What did you do?"
Adrian’s lips curved into a lazy smile, the kind that made you wonder if he was plotting your demise or just amused by your existence. "I didn’t kill him, if that’s what you’re asking," he replied in his smooth, unhurried tone.
My eyebrows shot up. "You... didn’t kill him? Adrian Daegon, the man who doesn’t give second chances, left Gregory Williams alive? Did hell freeze over, or am I hallucinating?"