Stitching the Past

Rome, Italy.

Kai's pov:

Someone knocked on the door. I checked the cameras and saw Andrea, our private nurse, had arrived. I went to the door and let her in. "She's sitting down," I said, leading Andrea to the living room, where Alliana was. Alliana's skin remained pale, her leg propped up on the table as she tried to stay as still as possible. Andrea quickly set down her belongings.

"How did this happen?" she asked as she took Alliana's pulse. I scratched my head, glancing at Souline, who stood nearby, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on me. "Long story," I muttered. Andrea gave me a frustrated, blank look but remained focused on the task at hand. She bent over to examine Alliana's wound more closely.