Chapter 28

Ronan

The medic works fast and quietly. He doesn’t waste words when there’s blood on his hands. His knife makes quick work of Sloane’s jacket and shirt, slicing through the fabric that’s stuck to her skin. I watch every cut with my jaw clenched, because seeing her laid out like this, limp and exposed, pulls something raw out of me that I don’t have a name for. Her skin looks too pale under the gri