"So she's easy?" Henry grinned.
"Real lady in the streets," Marcus said. "Real slut in the sheets."
They all laughed, loud and filthy, the sound filling the hospital room.
And then the door slammed open suddenly, making the laughter die instantly.
Marcus looked up, his heart jumping into his throat because standing in the doorway, radiating murderous intent, was Asher Rothwell.
Marcus swallowed hard, his brow furrowed. "M-Mr. Rothwell?"
What the hell was he doing here?
Asher was an older, richer, and more powerful man in society. He was a man you didn't cross unless you had a death wish. But what Marcus can’t decipher was what a man like him was doing in his ward. The man probably didn't know someone like him existed, so what's up?
Did he lose his way?
"What... what are you doing
