ETHAN'S POV

“Sir, there’s a hospital just in front, would you like me to stop there so you can get your arm checked?” my driver asked from the rear-view mirror as I sat rigid in the back seat, every bump in the road setting off a fresh flare of pain.

“No, my doctor is already on his way to my house, just take me there,” I managed to say, my voice tight around the words. The pain was a white-hot line through my arm, sharp enough that it made me grit my teeth. It felt like someone had ...