Ana's POV
After gulping down the water, I felt the relief wash through me like a cool breeze.
Glancing around the sterile hospital room, I asked, "Where did my brothers go?"
Morris's voice was steady as he answered, "They went to grab dinner. Should be back soon."
I studied his face. "What about you? Have you eaten?"
"Already did." He leaned forward slightly, and I caught a hint of his cologne. "You hungry? Your housekeeper sent over some soup. I could warm it up."
"Not yet. Maybe later." I shifted, trying to push myself up.
His hands were there instantly, adjusting my bed with surprising gentleness.
"My brothers can handle things from here," I said, though part of me didn't want him to leave. "You should head home."
But Morris didn't budge.
Instead, he settled onto the edge of my bed, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him. "I'll wait until they get back."
Something flickered in his eyes—duty, maybe, or something deeper.
