Rosalie's POV
Jake shoved past me toward the ward door. I grabbed his arm.
"Did you arrange the hit on Angela's life?"
He stopped. Turned slowly. "What?"
"You were ignoring her calls. You added her to Do Not Disturb while she was being attacked—"
"You were the one who told me to come here." His eyes narrowed. Then something shifted in his expression — realization darkening it. His voice went ice-cold. "How is she? Is something wrong?"
"Jake." I pulled him to the side. "It looks like someone arranged the attack. Paid rogues, positioned them to—"
"Jake!"
Adrienne's voice cut through the corridor as she caught up behind him. She was dabbing at something on her lip.
Blood pouch, Patricia said flatly. Hidden in that bag. I'd bet my teeth on it.
The rage that moved through me was clean
