The cot creaked as I shifted for the hundredth time. Sleep wasn’t happening, not with the constant hum of medical equipment and the occasional urgent footsteps passing the waiting room. Not with knowing Liam lay broken just down the hall.
I stared at the ceiling, tracing the water stains that looked vaguely like wolf shapes. Fitting for a pack medical facility, I supposed. When I turned my head, I caught Kieran watching me from the corner, his face illuminated by the glow of his tablet. He immediately glanced back down, pretending he hadn’t been staring.
Such a bad actor.
Can’t sleep either? I signed, giving up the pretense of trying to rest.
He shrugged, not looking up. “Not tired.”
Liar. The shadows under his eyes told a different story. He’d been up for what—thirty-six hours straig
