Chapter 53. Pasta

“Anna?” He pulled back, heart pounding with worry, water beading down his face as he tilted her chin up.

Her eyes were closed, and no response came when he called her again.
“Shit,” he muttered and carried her out of the pool.

Her body was limp in his arms, her skin flushed, her lips parted.
She was still breathing—he could tell—but it still scared him; the way she passed out on him.

***

Anna’s new duplex.

Lucien couldn’t take his eyes off the still unconscious Anna.
The doctor’s voice was calm and professional, but Lucien thought it was too calm for what he was feeling.

“She passed out because she hadn’t eaten any substantial food in over twenty-four hours.
Her blood sugar was dangerously low, borderline hypoglycemic shock.
Combine that with phys