The hospital smelled like antiseptic and something faintly metallic, a scent that clung to the walls, the sheets, even her skin. The air-conditioning hummed softly, the fluorescent lights casting a dull glow over the stark white walls. Nirvana had been here for two days. Two long, suffocating days.

RAyNe hadn’t visited. He hadn’t called. Not once.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t watching.

The men stationed outside her door weren’t just there to protect her. They were there to ...