Hospital.
Shawn was still in the emergency room, with a healer working hard beside him.
"Eleanor?" Ethan tugged at her sleeve nervously, clearly knowing he'd messed up.
Eleanor didn't look at him. Her brows were deeply furrowed, and worry clouded her face.
'If something happens to Shawn, what about Martin?' Her thoughts spun in panic. 'They'll realize he's rogue. He might get kicked out... or worse.' Her stomach twisted. 'This is all my fault. I never should've agreed to bring him out for work just for some extra cash.'
Ethan was powerful. Too powerful. And she knew how hard he was to control. Still, she'd gone along with it. Every bit of this disaster—she owned it.
With a shaky breath, Eleanor shut her eyes, the weight of regret pressing down on her.
"Eleanor," Etha
