Diego's POV

“The likelihood of her waking up after seventy-two hours is… slim.”

Davina sucked in her breath, and I could feel her teetering toward me. Was it instinct? Was it purely coincidental? I didn’t wait to find out. I gently grabbed her arm and twined my fingers through hers.

She didn’t push me away. Her eyes stayed trained on Dr. Moretti. “How slim is ‘slim’?”

His perfectly orchestrated mask cracked just enough to let her see how much hope he had for Carlotta’s ...