Grace’s POV
I must have dozed off, because suddenly Maya was shaking my shoulder.
“Grace,” she whispered urgently. “Something’s happening.”
I blinked awake, confused. The room was dimmer than before, only a small wall light casting shadows. Hunter was on his feet, leaning over Helena. A nurse was checking machines, moving quickly.
“What’s going on?” I asked, rising.
Maya shook her head. “I don’t know. Her monitors started going crazy.”
The nurse pressed a button on the wall, and suddenly the room was flooded with activity. Dr. Patel appeared, barking orders. Someone pushed Hunter away from the bed.
“Sir, you need to step back.”
“What’s happening?” Hunter demanded. “What’s wrong with her?”
“Please, Mr. Sinclair, let us look after her wife.”
Maya grabbed Hunter’s arm, pulling him b
