Caroline's Point of View The antiseptic smell of the hospital has become as familiar as my own perfume over the past three days. I'm curled up in the uncomfortable visitor's chair beside Knoxx's bed, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest while he sleeps. The bandages around his abdomen are fresh—changed this morning by a nurse who commented on how well he's healing. "Much faster than expected for someone his age," she'd said with professional cheerfulness. "He must have something worth fighting for." Something worth fighting for. That's been echoing in my mind all morning as I watch him recover from a knife wound he took meant for my son. The man who saved my life in a blizzard twenty years ago, who let me believe another man was my hero, who threw himself between Adrian's blade and Liam without a second thought. I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't hear the footsteps in the hallway
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