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“Time isn’t on our side with her sickness,” Lucien continues.
Sickness?My blood runs cold. I turn around, surrounded by my three shifters, and look at each of them. “What did my blood test show?” I ask, meeting each of their stares.
“She doesn’t know yet?” Dušan asks Bardhyl.
“Nope,” Bardhyl answers, his voice hard.
“Is this the place to do it?” Lucien questions.
“Hell yes,” I say, butting in. “I’m not moving from this spot until you tell me.”
Maybe I’m a comedian, because all three of them laugh at me, but I don’t appreciate being mocked for standing up for myself to three powerful men.
I dig my heels in. “I’m not kidding around,” I snap. “Someone tell me what the fuck is going on with me.”
They exchange looks, and it’s Dušan who cups my face and leans in. “Meira,” he starts off tenderly, and already I can tell he’s going to say something bad.
“Just say it. Don’t sugarcoat it, please.” My stomach coils in on itself. The longer they take to tell me, the worse the scenarios my mind comes up with are.
He kisses me on the mouth, then pulls back with a look of regret washing over his face. “Meira, baby girl, you have leukemia.”
