Rachel’s pov
I walked away from Camilla because I really couldn’t just deal with her manic shouting matches at the moment. The heavy smell of hospital disinfectant was beginning to give me a severe headache, and my designer blazer still felt damp with Vincent's blood. I stepped down the long, quiet corridor of the private wing to take a much-needed breather near the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the bustling financial district below.
As I stared out at the city streets, my smartphone rang loudly in my palm. I looked down at the glowing screen and saw that it was Levi calling. I swiped the screen and placed the device against my ear.
"Rachel, listen to me very carefully," he said, his voice dropping to a low, intense whisper. "My lead security guards just did a thorough search
