11
HANNAH
I hadn’t heard from Declan or Cole in the twenty-four hours since the emergency. What should have been a great moment—someone had called Jessie and let her know the man was going to be fine—had rapidly turned into something terrible. I was glad I’d saved the man’s life, of course, and for a moment there it had been nice to feel that rush of adrenaline again, the knowledge that I was in the perfect position to help someone. That’s what I’d been trained to do, to help people. But that fleeting sense of euphoria had come crashing down after my run-in with Cole.
I hadn’t expected his harsh reaction but, at the same time, I couldn’t entirely blame him. He and Declan had been straightforward with me from the start. Honest. They’d made it clear that they wanted me, and not just for o
