AURELIA’S POV

The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the warehouse, stinging my nose as I lay back on the makeshift surgical table. My heart pounded like a war drum, every breath uneven.

I winced at the cold metal of the syringe dug into my skin, feeling the numbing solution flow into my veins. They were going to cut it out. We didn’t have enough time to make it to the hospital, so the brothers called in their personal surgeon and flew him in on a helicopter.

It was crazy. The amount of ...