The cut on her cheek makes my stomach clench with a rage I’m not accustomed to controlling.
I’ve felt anger before. This is different. This is white-hot and chaotic. This makes me want to burn the whole f*****g world down for daring to harm her.
I pull the throw blanket from the foot of the bed and carefully drape it over her. She sighs in her sleep, turning toward the warmth.
Quietly, I leave the room, closing the door behind me.
In my office, I pick up the secure phone and dial.
“It’s me,” I say when Arkady answers. “I need a security detail at Rowan’s apartment building. Four men minimum. Around the clock surveillance.”
“Already in place,” Arkady replies. “Sent them the moment we dropped you off.”
I nod, even though he can’t see me. “Good. And the hospital?”
“Two men outside her
