Orion's POV
"Yes, sir," he said, his voice tight with understanding and urgency.
I climbed in beside her, keeping her cradled against me, one hand supporting her head to keep it from lolling too much. The car door slammed shut, and then we were moving, pulling away from the curb with a screech of tires.
My driver sped off toward the hospital, weaving aggressively through traffic, running lights, doing exactly what I'd told him to do. The city blurred past the windows, but I barely noticed. All my attention was focused on Anya.
She was still unconscious. Still so pale and still and broken-looking. The blood from her head wound had soaked into my shirt now, a dark stain spreading across the fabric. I could feel how cold her skin was, could see the way her breathing hitched sometimes lik
