Grace's POV

Hunter pulled me into his arms as he turned to Quinn, his voice shifting back to business mode even as his hand stroked my back in soothing circles. "What's our next move with the clinic and the doctors involved? Can we shut the clinic down?"

I let myself sink into his warmth, my ear pressed to his chest, where his heartbeat was steady and strong. Maya pressed a cup of forgotten tea into my hands, her eyes soft with concern.

"Drink it," she murmured. "The sugar will help."

I ...