Chapter 13: Blood Type

We made it to St. Mary's in nineteen minutes. I still had last night's mascara under my eyes. Dante drove like a man who'd never heard of a speed limit and never once let go of my hand at the lights. Gavin was in the corridor outside surgery, and he looked wrecked — no jacket, tie gone, gray. "So you finally showed up," he said. "How is he?" I grabbed his arm. "How bad?" He pulled away. That's when I saw Camilla, twenty feet down the hall in a red dress, arms crossed, watching me with...