The St. James mansion driveway, usually reserved for luxury sedans making leisurely entrances, was violated by the screeching tires of Syl’s car as he threw the SUV into reverse. Cillian was in the back seat, clutching Gill to his chest as tightly as he could. He wasn't breathing; he was simply existing in a loop of fear. It felt like his entire life was flashing before his eyes and, oh God, this wasn’t even a love child. She was the child of his halfbrother who hated him yet, his mind was too chaotic to remember anything. The only sound in his mind was the steady, low humming from Noah, who was strapped in next to him. She was pressing the emergency button on her phone, giving coordinates, repeating the symptoms, fever, seizure, four months old. “Now five,” Cillian corrected quickly, “she’s five months old.” Noah repeated the same thing to the 911 dispatcher. Her voice was shaky, but at least her head was clear. "We need to get her temperature down," Noah whispered, repe
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