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!"

inside her. She'd known Rowan

him care about

cheek, deep enough to scar. All

because of Anastasia.

was barely more than a

angrier-and left her aching, too. If Anastasia

wouldn't feel

Rowan was just a fool, throwing himself into the fire for someone

no idea.

ever finding out made Hanna's

she cared for

him?

their hearts get

finished bandaging him up

sound

here behind your

he finds

Just stay

alright?"

nodded, eyes squeezed

looked like he

of strength, Hanna

quietly,

She's married. You

this can't end well."

Rowan's mind flashed back

at the

to the first

him. That was

had ever

ever really

She was a crack

life. He didn't need

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