“You can drive us to the hospital now,” she whispers.
Usually, I’d make it clear I don’t take orders from anyone, but something about this woman is different. Like I knew her in a former life or something.
There’s also that little voice in my chest. The saint buried inside the sinner. You can’t leave her here.
Well, technically, I could. But I swore years ago that I would live by a code. That I’d never be the kind of beast who left needless chaos in his wake. I only cause harm when there’s a purpose and the people being harmed deserve it.
So I walk around, slide into the front seat, and we take off.
I pull up in front of the emergency department. After flagging down an employee at the doors, a wheelchair is rushed out to the car. Nurses gawk at the sight of the half-naked woman and he
