e there. He took Ginger and drove away, leaving m

and mangled knees. By the time I stumbled through the doors of t

clean myself up. The tears I thought had run

of the woman who had loved Hudson Scott. He ha

hospital bed after the warehouse incident. He had pu

d rang, shrill and demand

turn. She needs an emergency skin transplant. The donor organ

my own pain forgotten. "Do it. W

eart pounding with a familiar terror. I sat outside the

urst open. A group of men in black suits sto

manded, jumping to my feet

aside so hard I fell. "We need the donor skin. Ms.

"Are you insane? My mot

tanding at the end of the hall, leaning

t, darling," she

guing with the surgeons, trying to physically take the cooler containing the d

ge exploded

from my lungs. I shoved the men away from the table, pl

HER!" I roared,

on appeared in the doorway, his

meaning of th

ir, she won't give up the

ned fragility. "It's okay, Hudson. I can wait. I don't want Aleen

e gave his men a curt nod.

arms, their grip

might. "Hudson, please! She's dying! Th

ned to Ginger, his expression softe

here," he told the guards holding me. "But make sure t

l

ugh the glass, I watched in horror as they took the c

en I h

ul-shattering beep o

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he sudden, dea

go. I stumbled for

was

e only person who had ever lov

had kil