"Husband."

Jake looked down at Ivy's paper-white face, drained of all color, before carefully passing her to Ethan's arms.

He didn't rush to leave, raising his eyes slightly, "Just a reminder - people can die from blood loss."

Ethan brushed him aside, his expression dark as his wheelchair moved swiftly toward where the car was parked.

His hand touched Ivy's back, feeling the hot, sticky blood pouring from her wound like boiling water.

Her breathing seemed to ...