CHAPTER 206 Good News, Bad News

*Sloane*

The hospital doors hissed open, spilling sterile fluorescent light onto the sidewalk where Dorian's car and two others were waiting. Bibi pushed my wheelchair with a practiced ease, her boots scuffing softly against the ground, but her eyes darted like a hawk’s, scanning for threats—my bandaged ankle a dull reminder of the threats we’d barely escaped. In my earpiece, Cleo’s voice crackled