If I wasn’t scared shitless, I’d be screaming at both of them.

But I can’t. I’m stuck. Bethany’s beside me, wiping the blood from my skin with something that looks like gauze and a full med kit. She mutters something about "ripping out IVs like a feral stray" under her breath while she cleans.

“You said she was off-limits,” Hawk says again, calmer this time. Like he’s trying to hold back from smacking his brother across the face.

“I said I’d give you a chance,” the man ...