Gwen could hardly breathe as she rushed down the hospital hallway, her heels slapping against the tiled floor. The scent of disinfectant stung her nose, the harsh white lights overhead blinding her eyes already blurred with tears. Her whole body trembled with fear, and it was a wonder she was still standing at all.
Minutes ago, Jace had shown up at the house, his face grim as he broke the devastating news.
“Damien’s been shot,” he’d said, voice rough, controlled, as if he was holding back his own panic.
Her heart had stopped. For a second she had thought she’d faint. Sienna had been there to catch her when her knees buckled, but Gwen had pushed her away, desperate to run out the door. Sienna begged to come with her, but Jace insisted Gwen go alone. “This isn’t something you should see,”
