C47 Chapter 47

Upstairs, Lucas sits in the chair, his back straight, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he studies Jullian.

“You look better,” he says flatly.

Jullian huffs a weak laugh. “Brother, you still joke at a time like this? Have you seen my eyes? You still have to carry me in and out of the baths! Better?”

“I mean it,” Lucas says, his tone softening. “That first night…you don’t know