Chapter 4

I sat on the examination table, fingers tracing the edges of the bandage Dr. Mitchell had carefully placed over my wound. The local anesthetic had dulled the physical pain, but nothing could numb the ache spreading through my chest. Deacon remained in the waiting area despite my insistence that he didn't need to stay. "I don't leave people stranded," was all he'd said before settling into a chair with a weathered fishing magazine.

The clinic door burst open with a bang that made me flinch. Trey's voice echoed through the small building, demanding and entitled.

"Where is she? Where's my…