Chapter 101

Kelsey POV

The sharp, echoing bang of a gunshot jolts me awake, my heart racing as I bolt half upright, disoriented by the blinding glare of fluorescent lights. The soothing rhythm of his fingers belies the tension in his furrowed brow. The hospital's waiting room materializes around me, stark and sterile. My head was cradled in Luciano's lap, his hand still moving gently through the tangle of my curls as I sag haltingly, drooping against his shoulder this time. He lifts his hand and, with an awkward twist of his wrist, cups his hand over my cheek and so his huge hand covers half of my face.

 "Avara?" I ask quietly.

"Still in surgery, I think. It's been hours and still no one has told us anything."