Chapter 102
He moved with uncharacteristic stillness, his usual predator’s gait softened to a cautious crawl. He found her in the center of the room.
She was housed in a clear incubator, a tiny island of glass and light. Although she wasn’t a preemie, the trauma of her entrance into the world had left her fragile. The incubator hummed softly, providing the steady, regulated warmth her small body was struggling to maintain after the shock of the assault.
Carter stopped at the glass, his breath hitching. She was so small.
Across her pale skin, the bruises Dr. Quinn had mentioned were visible. They were dark, blotchy patches on her tiny limbs that made Carter’s chest tighten with another wave of protective fury. But then, he saw it: the steady rise and fall of her chest. She was breathing
