Rose POV

I had never gotten along with Thomas; he had always been selfish, impulsive, obnoxious, and disruptive. But as he lay in the hospital bed, hooked up to all the beeping machines and an IV drip, all I could see was my brother.

The last few hours before arriving at the hospital in New York had been a complete blur. Cayden had swiftly chartered his private jet for me and flown me to New York within the hour. I barely had time to register the fear of flying ...