Chapter 66

**Ronan**

We hit the threshold like a feckin’ storm. Declan shoulders the door with Roxanne half in his arms, Dante barks for saline, the doc calls numbers I don’t care about, and all I can hear in the noise is Sloane’s breath, thin and uneven.

I take her straight to my bed again, same hallway, same turns, same room that keeps becoming a triage bay. Her head lolls against my chest, hair damp with