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Author: Grace Grandi
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~ Mia ~

I didn't care that I was supposed to be a visiting scholar, under the name Dr. Liliana Quinn. The moment I carried Nick's burning body through the automatic doors of the university hospital, Mia Lancaster, the mother of Nicholas Lancaster, took over.

I took command of the pediatric wing like the continental authority I was.

"I need a full viral panel, blood cultures, and an immediate IV line with saline," I ordered the head nurse, my voice ringing out with sharp, unquestioned aut
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