Rue’s POV

I lay in the VIP ward, staring absent-mindedly at the ceiling. Percy had arranged the transfer within an hour. While he was briefly away, he had arranged for two security guards to stand outside the door, both from his inner circle.

The hallway had been cleared as if a dignitary had arrived rather than a woman with a stitched arm.

And when he was back, he had refused to leave. He moved with restrained stiffness due to his injuries, the kind that told me every breath hurt. But he ...