"Move your ass, Bram," Gahn snarled, his voice low and dangerous.
Bram stepped aside quickly. "She’s been poisoned. The bullet was laced with something."
Gahn dragged a chair to the bedside, his hand brushing her cheek. "Who the hell wants her dead? That’s the question, isn’t it? I left her alone to figure things out, and now this. But guess what? I’m not walking away. Not now, not ever."
Todd and Jason exchanged a glance.
"Alright, Gahn, you take the first watch," Todd said. "I’ll relieve you in a few hours."
"I’m not leaving her," Gahn snapped. "Bram, how bad is it?"
"I ran quick tests on the poison. I’ve given her the antidote, she should wake up soon."
"Good. Now get out, all of you," Gahn ordered. The door clicked shut behind them.
Dahlia trudged through the snow, alone, until
