Isabella’s POV

I didn't know what time of the morning I finally managed to extricate myself from Ethan’s hold and creep from the room. I felt exhausted even though I had fallen into a deep sleep earlier. 

 “That damn bastard! He’s striking while the iron’s hot.”

I froze as York’s words echoed in the silent, sterile hallways of the hospital. I couldn’t recall hearing him curse before. Who was he talking to?

I peeped around the hall to ...