ZOE’S POV
“How did this happen?” I whispered.
I stood by the bed staring down at Nick. He was motionless, pale and his head was heavily bandaged.
“What did the doctor say? Is he going to be okay? Will he wake up soon?”
I asked a bunch of questions turning toward Owen who stood a few feet behind me calm in posture but not in the eyes.
“Zoe,” he said softly moving closer. “You need to breathe. The doctors are still running tests. They’re doing everything they can. We’ll know more soon.”
I nodded, though nothing about his words made me feel better.
“We think he was lured there,” Owen added, voice low. “And then attacked.”
My chest tightened. I turned back to Nick looking at the bruises that peeked out from under his hospital gown and the cuts on his face.
Why? Why would someone go
