Chapter 99

• Chapter 99
• The ward was chaos. The doors burst open, and it wasn’t just the sound of nurses shouting that filled the air—it was the electricity of danger, the heavy beat of footsteps that belonged in the underworld, not a hospital.
• A young man lay on the gurney, blood slick across his chest, his skin pale as marble. The guards that shoved him inside weren’t normal bodyguards; they carried themselves like soldiers. Their eyes scanned the room, their hands never straying far from their belts where cold metal rested.