“Was Sophie hit?”
Nico blinked once. “No.”
Owen nodded, jaw tight. “Then Leah did exactly what she would’ve done for any kid in that yard.”
That was Leah all over, and even Nico understood it.
She had not thrown herself in front of danger because Nico Vitali mattered.
She had done it because Sophie did.
Just after midnight, Dr. Camille Reeves came out of surgery with exhaustion written across every line of her face.
“She’s alive,” the surgeon said.
Frank sat down so suddenly he nearly missed the chair.
Owen covered his mouth with both hands.
Nico did not move at all.
Dr. Reeves continued. “The next twenty-four hours are critical. She lost a lot of blood. There may be complications. I’m not making promises tonight.”
“When can I see her?” Frank asked.
“You, now. One minute. Brother too. Only immediate family.”
Frank looked at Nico with open fury, ready for a fight if one came.
