Silas –
The moment Silas stepped through Doc’s door, everything outside faded.
All that existed now was Sage—crumpled in his arms, blood slick on her skin, her breathing shallow like a paper bag in a storm.
“Help her!” His voice cracked as he lowered her onto the table, fingers trembling. “Doc, please—she’s not okay.”
Doc’s hands were already moving, fast, practiced. “Lay her flat—keep her head tilted left. Sanders, gloves. Now.”
Silas backed up, just far enough to give them room, but not a step more. His body vibrated with helpless adrenaline.
Her blood was on his hands. His jeans. His neck.
And he didn’t care.
“Vitals dropping. Pulse thready. Pressure tanking,” Doc muttered. “Jesus, what the hell happened to her?”
“She was jumped.” Silas’s voice was like gravel. “Alone. Out back
