"She brought my sister back, and nobody in this club will ever forget it," Mayhem says quietly, stepping in to break the silence. "She's safe at the clubhouse, Zara.”
Dad nods. "She did right by her family. The club protects its own."
Before anyone else can speak, a soft knock sounds at the doorframe.
A doctor steps into the room, carrying a digital tablet under her arm and a plastic bottle of ultrasound gel in her hand.
"Good evening, I’m Dr. Kline," she says. "I'm here to run the bedside ultrasound and check on the gestational sac and heart rate. We want to make sure there's no sign of placental abruption, internal bleeding, or distress after the trauma you experienced tonight.”
Mayhem snaps upright from where he was leaning against the wall.
"Distress?" Mayhem echoes. "What do you
