After Charlotte left, Adrian remained beside the lounge chair.
His gray eyes stayed on Evelyn's face. She slept heavily, though her brow remained drawn together. One hand was still holding the medicine bag.
The concert. The medical center. The drive home.
She had placed his wound ahead of everything else.
Adrian bent over her and pulled the thin blanket higher. Evelyn caught his wrist without warning, her breath breaking apart.
“Adrian, move!”
Her golden hair clung to her forehead with sweat. Her wolf pressed against her ribs, frantic and trapped.
A silver blade came from the side of the stage.
It drove toward Adrian’s chest.
He stood in blood, his white shirt soaked through. His gray eyes stayed on her.
“Don’t come closer!”
Evelyn bolted upright.
“Adrian!”
He caught her shoul
