Chapter 118

• Joaquin Latham half held, half carried Melanie Summer while the doctors and nurses swarmed Zayla Steele, lifting her onto the bed for emergency wound care.
• A thin, long gash on the back of Zay’s hand was bleeding hard. The needle had long since vanished who knew where. The back of her hand was swollen and purple. Her fingers were icy. Even her blood felt cold as it ran.
• Melanie curled up in Joaquin’s arms, shaking, whispering that Zay had tried to kill her.