Santino’s pov)For a moment, I just stand there, frozen, the soft fabric pressed against my skin. I lower it slowly, staring at Hailey sitting upright on the hospital bed. Her hair is a wild mess around her head, her cheeks flushed from fever, and her sharp eyes look like they could slice through steel.

She looks alive. Furious but alive.

“What the hell was that for?” I ask, voice low, still half in shock.

She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. “That’s for dragging me ...