Chapter 171

The hospital waiting room smelled of bleach and coffee gone cold. Beatrix sat rigid in an uncomfortable plastic chair, staring at the double doors where they'd rushed Dante an hour ago. Blood stained her clothes, his blood. She hadn't changed, couldn't bring herself to leave, even when a kind nurse had offered scrubs.

"He'll pull through," Gideon said, his fingers laced with hers. "Dan