By the time Agnes finished, Lilith had drifted completely into sleep.
Not the restless, trauma-filled sleep of before. But a deeper sleep. A sleep of exhaustion and surrender. A sleep where her body could finally begin to heal.
Agnes sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the girl who’d arrived here as payment and had become something far more complicated.
"You’re going to be okay," Agnes whispered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Lilith’s forehead. "I promise you that. You’re going to be okay."
She sat there for a long time, just watching her breathe. Just being present. Just offering the quiet comfort that only someone who’d lived a long life could offer.
***
Across the estate, in Lucian’s room, Sebastian returned to his brothers.
He found them exactly where he’d left them, Lucian pacing by the window, Nicholas standing motionless by the wall, both of them radiating tension and guilt.
"Agnes is taking care of her now," Sebastian said quietly.
Lucian turned from the window immediately.
"Is she going to be okay?" he asked. The question carried the weight of everything unsaid. Everything they’d done. Everything they couldn’t take back.
"What happened to her?" Sebastian added, his voice hollow. "You can’t possibly tell me she became like that because we fucked her. Because we’re not just fucking her, brother now. So why...."
He didn’t finish the question. Because they all knew the answer.
Nicholas turned to look at his younger brother, and his face was carved from stone.
"I think we broke her yesterday," he said quietly. "And we’re so fucked up for it."
His words landed like a physical blow.
Nicholas looked at his brothers again, and there was something broken in his expression. Something that suggested he understood the weight of what they’d done in a way that went beyond words.
"We have to make sure she fully recovers before we send her back to Shadowmere," he continued. "Or else that good-for-nothing Alpha will use it against us and make ridiculous demands."
Sebastian’s face twisted with anger.
"Is that what you’re worried about right now?" he demanded. His voice was raw. "She’s lying down there looking lifeless, and you’re thinking about political consequences? She’s broken, brother. What the fuck are we going to do about it?"
Nicholas was silent for a long moment.
"We’re going to leave it to Agnes," he said finally. His voice was controlled, but barely. "Agnes will take care of her. At least for today. I’ll speak to Agnes this evening and find out if she’s recovering. Agnes’s answer will determine what we need to do next. If we should bring in healers or not."
He turned away and walked to the window, looking out at the grounds below.
"But for now," he said, his voice dropping to something that sounded almost like a command, "no one touches her. No one goes near her room until she’s returned back to her pack. She’s off limits. Completely."
The words hung in the air between them.
No one touches her.

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