Her parents were very quiet as the healer worked on Zoe. Oh, they were angry — she didn’t know if she’d ever seen them this angry. But, unlike some of the other members of the clan, they weren’t the type to explode in front of others. They’d wait until Alba was done, and then they’d let their daughter have it.
Or maybe they wouldn’t. Zoe’s gaze strayed to where Evan stood off to one side, watching as Alba passed her hands over Zoe’s broken wrist. He hadn’t said much on the drive here, and she’d been fine with that. Her mind was racing in so many directions, she didn’t even know if she would have been able to carry on a rational conversation.
When he’d bent so close to fasten her seatbelt for her — despite the pain she’d been in, she’d wanted nothing more than for him to lean in even clos
