At the mention of Henry's name, Eliana's heart practically forgot how to behave.
It leaped, skidded, and nearly vaulted out of her chest, a rush of pure, unfiltered joy stealing the air from her lungs. Her full lips parted in a soft gasp—and the heart monitor beside her bed promptly tattled on her, spiking wildly as its beeps sped up like it had just heard scandalous gossip.
Rafael noticed instantly.
His steel-grey eyes flicked to the monitor, then back to Eliana, narrowing just a fraction. Jealousy flashed across his handsome features—quick, sharp, gone almost as soon as it appeared—but his jaw tightened, and the muscles in his athletic frame stiffened beneath him as he sat in the wheelchair, visibly restraining himself from saying what was clearly on his mind.
