Ethan Blackwood spoke in a low, steady voice, half to Old Mr. Blackwood and half to quiet the unease twisting in his own chest.
“She won’t do anything reckless. But the Sinclairs…”
Old Mr. Blackwood’s expression remained cold. “We’ll deal with that later. Right now we go to the hospital. I want to see her condition with my own eyes.”
“Yes.”
Ethan turned and left without another word.
In the private ward, Sebastian Cole finished helping Naomi Hart settle Lily Blackwood onto the narrow cot reserved for family. The little girl had finally drifted off after long minutes of soft coaxing.
Naomi’s body was still locked in plaster. Even the simplest movement cost her.
“Could you take Lily to school for me tomorrow?” she asked quietly.
Sebastian’s eyes flickered with something complicated.
