Northside Clinic

Tucked away on the edge of town, the street outside was nothing but shadows

and silence. It was well past midnight, and not even the hum of a car disturbed

the darkness.

Inside, the clinic's lights cast a soft glow, catching on bottles and clean sheets.

Rowan lay on a narrow bed, battered and bleeding. Hanna, the on-call doctor,

worked quietly beside him, her hands steady, but her eyes sharp with worry.

Rowan's injuries were no joke-five deep cuts traced across his face, hands, and

back, not to mention a dozen smaller wounds. Hanna dabbed ointment on each

one, her touch careful. Rowan gritted his teeth, jaw clenched so tight the muscles

in his neck jumped. He never made a sound, not even when his body shuddered

with the pain.

He'd dragged himself in after a fight that should have killed him, Hanna knew.

Four men against one-he'd survived, but just barely.

A sheen of sweat clung to Rowan's brow, his whole body tense. Hanna couldn't

keep it in anymore. "Was it worth it?" she pressed, voice low but fierce. "You

almost died for her. Does she even know? Does she understand what you've

gone through? Every scar on your face, your chest, your arms-she's the reason

you're lying here!"

jealousy tangled inside her.

him care about anyone-until Anastasia showed

his cheek, deep enough to scar. All this

because of Anastasia.

reply was barely more than a

only made Hanna angrier-and left her aching, too.

maybe Hanna wouldn't feel so

a fool, throwing himself into the

no idea.

ever

for Rowan too, and Hanna lost her chance

him?

always letting their hearts get the best

finished bandaging him

to sound casual.

here behind

finds

Just stay

alright?"

eyes squeezed

looked like he

bit of strength, Hanna

quietly, why

married.

this can't end well."

mind

at the Crescent

to the first

That was

ever shown

ever really cared

was a crack of light

He

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