Moanna's phone barely left her ear after Tracy's call before she was flagging down a cab, heart pounding—how could her rock be injured?
"Grace saved me," Tracy had said, voice shaking. "But now she's the one hurt."
The taxi ride felt endless. Moanna's nails dug crescent moons into her palms the whole way.
She practically threw cash at the driver before launching into a dead sprint. Only seeing Tracy's face would calm this storm in her chest.
The hospital doors slid open—just for a wall of citrusy Gucci Bloom to hit Moanna first. That new limited edition she knew too well, since Mom had shoved the same bottle at her last birthday.
Moanna looked up—straight into Olivia's venomous glare.
"Back again?" The heiress's lip curled. "Aspen doesn't want your kind. Drop the pathetic doctor fant
