Scott’s POV
I carried her in.
Her head lolled against my chest, warm and weightless. Her pulse still beat steadily beneath my fingertips, but the rest of her was unresponsive. Whatever she drank had hit fast. Too fast.
The guest bedroom door was already open. My doctor stood beside the bed, gloves on, waiting. I had called her the moment Kendra dropped. There were too many moving pieces, too many hands in places they had no business touching. I was not about to take chances with this.
“She’s burning up,” I said as I laid her down.
The doctor moved in immediately. Her voice was steady, professional. “You did the right thing calling me. What happened?”
“She collapsed. We were at a club. I think she was drugged. I only turned away for a second.”
The doctor looked her over, then turned
