The night was a blur of flashing lights and pounding footsteps as Gray’s men cleared the way to the waiting car. He climbed in with Mia still limp in his arms, her head resting against his chest as though she were a porcelain doll that could crack at the slightest touch.

The drive to the hospital was mercilessly fast. Tires screeched on the asphalt, and the car leaned dangerously at every sharp turn. Inside, Gray barely noticed. His gaze never left Mia’s pale face, her lips parted faintly ...