FALLON
As we pull up in the underground parking, I climb out of the car too quickly because Milo jumps out, seizing my arm. “You do not leave my side; you do not draw attention to yourself here,” he warns as he jerks me closer.
“It’s a hospital,” I say.
“Exactly, and those here do not need more drama when they are already vulnerable; I don’t want to kill anyone. If you try to walk off like again, you will force my hand and make matters infinitely worse for yourself.”
He leads me toward the doors, where I see two security guards. His hand slips from a tight grip on my arm to find my hand. Yet, as we come to the doors, he tosses his arm across my shoulders, tucking me closer. Security nods to him, and he leans into me, his lips moving to my hair.
“Behave,” he warns, yet to anyone passi
