Cara’s POV
Fortunately, the room that I had been taken too wasn’t very far away from Mia’s, just down the hallway, so I didn’t have long to walk to return to her side.
Entering Mia’s room, I was filled with relief to find Alaric standing at Mia’s bedside. His arms crossed, he stood there a protective statue, his face hard and expressionless.
He was staring at a pair of men on the other side of the room. Richard was there, holding Mia’s chart. Another man, older, was beside him, holding one of Mia’s x-rays up to the light. That had to be Grayson.
As Ruby and I entered the room, all of the men looked at us.
Alaric’s perfect façade cracked ever so slightly to show a hint of relief.
“Cara,” he said, as I moved to his side. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” I said, lying in part. I did
