Her body shook as a sob tore through her, and Zayn didn’t hesitate another second. He pulled her carefully but firmly into his arms, gathering her against his chest, one hand cradling her head, the other protectively over her back.
“Shhh,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her hair, his own eyes dark with fury and fear. “I’ve got you. You’re not alone. I swear to you—you hear me?—I swear, whoever did this will answer for it. Which hospital called you?”
“Mater Emergency Hospital” she replied between sobs.
Martin rose to his feet, already reaching for his phone, his posture alert, lethal. “I’ll coordinate with security and law enforcement immediately to find out what happened,” he said quietly.
Zayn nodded once, his jaw clenched so tight it ached.
Lena clung to him, trembling, her tears
