The city lights flickered against the windows as they pulled away from the hospital.
Ivy held Winn's hand tightly, not caring that her own fingers trembled. Every few seconds she glanced at him. He sat with his head against the seat, eyes open but unfocused.
He wasn't reacting.
And that terrified Ivy.
Her own eyes wouldn't stay dry—her lashes were sticky, cheeks blotchy, throat raw. She tried wiping her tears discreetly, embarrassed to cry more than the man who had just lost his sister. But the grief kept hitting her in waves: Sylvia dying to save her.
And Winn… Winn adored his sister. Now her light was gone, snuffed out.
She slid closer, resting her forehead gently against his shoulder.
The drive to the Orchard mansion seemed longer than usual. The bodyguard slowed as they passed the high iron gates. The mansion rose in the dark.
When the car finally rolled to a stop, Winn opened his door mechanically and stepped out.
