Evelyn
Alexander is sitting between me and Emma, holding both our hands when Dr. Zorinski returns. She smiles at the sight of us, making her way over.
“How are they?” I ask. “The injured werewolves in the dungeon. I assume that’s where you’ve been?”
She glances at Alexander. “What happened to not upsetting her with any news about what’s going on outside this hospital wing?” she asks with a tinge of accusation.
“That was your medical advice,” he replies evenly. “I took it into consideration when making a decision in my mate’s best interest.”
Dr. Zorinski rolls her eyes, absentmindedly rounding Emma’s bed to check her pulse on her unoccupied hand. “The most stubborn couple in the history of the kingdom,” she mutters.
Alexander and I exchange a smile.
“All the deaths,” Dr. Zorinski say
