Cleo Yates’ POV
I looked up at the clock, Liam has been in surgery for the last two and a half hours. Tina was sitting in one of the chairs in the corner of the hospital waiting room. She hadn’t stopped crying since he got shot.
Liam’s second in command had made sure all of the prisoners were secured. He also arranged for them to be questioned and was gathering information on each of their backgrounds while we were waiting for news on Liam.
The doctor opened the door to the waiting room. Tina stood up and practically ran over to her. I followed a few paces behind her, more slowly.
“How is he?” Tina asked.
“He is in recovery. The bullet that we extracted was made of pure silver. We have stopped the bleeding and sealed the wound but the residual traces of silver are preventing his wol
