Gray pushed open the door to Mia’s private ward.

For a heartbeat, he stood in the frame, his tall figure swallowing the light. Inside, Giovanni sat beside the bed, her hand tangled with Mia’s. Mia, pale but awake, was smiling faintly, her voice a little hoarse but teasing as she nudged Giovanni’s arm.

The moment their eyes flicked to Gray, silence stretched. Mia blinked, then turned her head toward Giovanni and whispered, barely low enough to hide the blush creeping up her ...