I didn’t stop walking.
“Ask the bastard in the room,” I shot back, my voice cold and sharp. “He’s the one who tried to hurt her.”
Dominic’s eyes flickered with rage, but he followed me without another word as I carried Raina out of the building and straight to my car.
The drive to the hospital was a blur of sirens and headlights.
When we arrived, the doctors moved quickly, taking Raina from my arms and rushing her into surgery. I stayed in the waiting room, pacing like a caged animal, my hands still stained with her blood.
Dominic sat nearby, his jaw clenched and his fists tightly balled. The tension between us was palpable, but neither of us spoke until the doctor finally came out, his expression calm but serious.
“She’s stable,” he said, his voice steady. “The wound on her head required stitches, but there’s no permanent damage. She’ll need rest and observation, but she’s going to be fine.”
Relief washed over me like a tidal wave, but it was quickly replaced by anger.
“Tell me you’ve got the bastard in custody,” I said, turning to Dominic.
He sighed, his fists tightening. “Not yet. Security’s handling it.”
I clenched my jaw, my hands twitching with the need to do something–anything. “If they don’t, I will,” I muttered darkly.
Dominic shot me a look, his eyes blazing with unspoken threats. “You’d better not get in my way, Alex. If anyone’s going to deal with him, it’s me.”
I met his gaze, unflinching. “If you’re planning to shoot him, that’s too easy. I’d rather see him suffer.”
Dominic didn’t respond, but the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.
When the nurse finally came out to tell us we could see her, I felt a mix of relief and anxiety that hit me like a tidal wave. The tension in the waiting room, the heaviness of the past few hours–t all seemed to rush out of me at once, leaving behind a strange, hollow feeling.
“She’s awake,” the nurse said, her voice calm and gentle, but firm. “But she needs to rest. Don’t stay too long, an overstimulate her. She’s been through a lot.”
not to
Dominic and I exchanged a glance. The truce between us was unspoken but absolute–our mutual concern for Raina trumped everything else, even the boiling anger simmering beneath the surface. Without a word, we both stood and followed the nurse down the hall.
Every step felt like a mile. My palms were still clammy, and my breath hitched slightly as the nurse opened the door to Raina’s room. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the first thing I noticed, followed by the faint antiseptic smell of the hospital.
Then I saw her.
She looked so small in the hospital bed, dwarfed by the sterile white sheets and the machines surrounding her. Her face was pale, almost ghostly, and the sight of her lying there, so vulnerable, hit me harder than I expected. This was Raina—the woman who had faced down life’s hardest challenges with an unwavering strength. Seeing her like this felt wrong, like the universe itself had tilted on its axis.
Her dark lashes fluttered against her cheeks, and then her eyes opened slowly. The hazy confusion in her gaze cleared as we approached, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of relief n her expression.
Dominic reached her bedside first, his steps hurried but cautious. His hand hovered over hers before finally resting gently on it,
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and for once, I didn’t feel the need to challenge it.
He pointed at me, his voice low but steady. “Alex saved you,” he said, the words clipped yet deliberate, as if he wanted to make sure she understood.
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