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!"

tangled inside her. She'd known Rowan for

about

cheek, deep enough

because of Anastasia.

reply was barely more than a whisper. "It's

angrier-and left her

had done, maybe Hanna wouldn't feel so

fool, throwing himself into the

no idea.

of Anastasia ever finding

for Rowan too,

him?

letting their hearts get the best

finished bandaging him

to sound casual. "You

behind your

finds

stay here and

alright?"

nodded, eyes

he was down

of strength,

asked quietly,

She's married.

this can't end well."

Rowan's mind flashed

elevator at

the first time

to him. That was

ever

really cared how

was a crack of

life. He

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