Noah laid Zoe gently across one of the courthouse lounge benches, his jaw set and his movements brisk, controlled. He slipped out of his jacket, folding it under her head like a makeshift pillow.

"Clear some space," he ordered, his voice low but firm. "I need air around her."

Chloe hovered close, wringing her hands, her breathing shaky. Diana pulled her back by the shoulder, giving Noah room.

"She's just unconscious," Noah murmured, leaning over Zoe and checking her pulse with two steady ...