Alec stopped outside the ICU, his tall frame casting a shadow across the glass panel. Through it, he saw Mr. Kane lying still on the hospital bed, the soft beep of the monitors breaking the silence. His gaze lingered, unreadable, before his lips curved into the faintest trace of something dark.
Meanwhile, the Mercedes screeched to a halt in front of the hospital entrance. Melissa didn’t thank the man who’d helped her—she bolted from the car as if her life depended on it, her steps frantic, hair whipping around her face. She tore through the hospital corridors, her tears blurring the sterile white walls, her breath ragged. People turned to watch, but no one dared to stop her.
When she finally reached her father’s ICU room, her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might give out. She
