SLOANE
Nothing else mattered the moment I saw Rika lying on that floor. Not my anger, the fight at the mansion, or any of it. Because Rika had risked his life for Cade, had gone into that building and helped bring my son home, and the reason he was poisoned in the first place was because of me. Because I'd asked him to keep an eye on Kade that night. If I hadn't done that, if I'd just kept my mouth shut and minded my own business, Garrett never would have had a reason to grab him.
He wouldn't be laid out pale and barely breathing on a stretcher right now, hooked up to things that beeped every few seconds while pack doctors moved around him with quiet urgent efficiency.
I sat in one of the chairs along the wall of the mansion's medical room and stared at Rika's face and tried not to drow
