“You told me that you didn’t want to hurt Adrian because of what it would do to me to see that. So I guess what I’m trying to say is, the next time you have a clear shot at Adrian… take it. I’ll just have to look away.”
I keep my head pressed against her chest and follow her heartbeat like the notes of a song. Each chord gives me a little more strength, a little more purpose.
She’s here. She’s alive. She’s safe.
And she believes me. More than that—she chose me.
Then I hear urgent footsteps approaching my office. June scrambles to her feet just before Knox walks through the door.
“Don Uvarov, the surgery’s over,” he says.
He shakes his head. “I don’t know how it went. I came straight to get you.”
I grab June’s hand without thinking and we rush towards the medical wing. Sara is standi
