Ava's POV
“My contact spotted Laura with a man. I ran a background check on his photo, he’s Dr. Clarke Morris from Central Hospital.”
The brush slipped in my fingers.
Central Hospital. The room seemed to tilt.
Nora hesitated. When she spoke again, her voice dropped. “That’s… that’s the same hospital where June died.”
My heart slammed once, hard enough to hurt. My wolf recoiled, grief and rage surging together.
I was on my feet before I realized I’d moved. “Where are they now?”
“My contact says they went to Midnight Club,” Nora said quickly. “But I’m still in court. I need about thirty minutes to wrap up, so I had him follow them. When I get word—”
“I’m going myself.”
“No way!” she snapped. “It’s too risky. If Laura spots you, we’re done for. Wait for me to finish here, and I’ll go
