SIERRASame almond-shaped eyes, same tilt of the chin, same delicate bridge of the nose. But where my eyes were weary and filled with the weight of the last forty-eight hours, hers were bright, sharp, and dancing with a reckless mischief I hadn't seen in years."Airra?" I whispered, my voice trembling."Surprise, sis," she smirked, adjusting the stethoscope around her neck.I immediately threw myself at her with my arms wrapping around her neck in a desperate, bone-crushing hug. I sobbed into her shoulder, the terror of the gala, the threats from Dimitri, and the crushing loneliness of the coma finally spilling over. "Why are you here? If they see you–”"Shh, Sierra. Lower your voice," Airra murmured, though she didn't hug me back with the same fervor. She gently pried my arms off her and looked at the man in the bed with a flicker of disdain. "So, this is the great Alessandro Montrego. Still pretty, even when he's half-dead.""He saved my life, Airra. He took the bullet meant
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