I wasn’t comfortable with the situation. If I hadn’t promised Araneae connection to her best friend from the beginning, we wouldn’t be here. We’d be safely tucked away with Lorna and Reid, high in the sky in Chicago. The medical center was too open, too exposed, and yet I didn’t see any options to avoid where we were. Instead, we did the best with what we had. Between Patrick and I, we’d taken all the precautions we could, men watching the entrances and exits and ...