Ross

tightly around my waist as w

dirt path into a slick track of mud. We had to take the ste

sickening *pop*, and a white-hot pain shot up my leg. I gasped

furrowed in concentration as he looked down

to notice the massive, rotting tree branch sn

ood splinter

d me out of the way, placing herself in the path of the falling debris. The heavy branch

ashen, all color dr

frantically checked her pulse, his hands shaking. "Her injuries are life-threatening," he

to his arms. He cast a glance at me whe

dered sharply. "Wait here. I'll sen

and sprinted down the mountain road, carr

gine oil from the docks, streamed from my hair into the co

memory surfaced. I remembered the night he had proposed to me. He had

hysical pain in my ankle was nothing compared to th

rd and began to limp down the opposite side of the mountain alone.

d me wandering on the edge of the highway. He took one look a

y vitals, her brow furrowing at the thermometer. She in

tact?" she asked gently. "Is

paint on the clinic wall. "I h

ot in the drafty hallway. I drifted in and out of con

ones about the Falcone Don. They said he had carried a bleeding woman into the VIP wing hours ago. They whispered that h

night guarding my sister, while I lay dying in a cold clinic hallway. A senior mob-affiliated doctor walked past the hallway. He stopped, his eyes widening in terror as he recognized