Chapter 66 The Price Of Blood
- LEX'S POV
- I’m not good at waiting. Not in meetings, not in traffic, and definitely not while the woman I love is in a hospital bed, hooked to machines that beep like a countdown I can’t stop.
- The hallways smell like bleach and fear. My reflection looks worse every time I see it — blood-stained shirt, unshaven, tired eyes. I feel like a man who has lost everything except his stubborn heartbeat.