Dante's POV I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.“I want to see him.”“You can’t,” the man said. “Not yet.”“I don’t care about hospital rules,” I shot back.“It’s not about rules.”Something in his tone made me stop.“What do you mean?” I asked.He glanced down the hallway, then back at me.“It means,” he said quietly, “that whoever shot him might not be finished.”A chill ran down my spine.“What are you saying?”“I’m saying this wasn’t random.”My heartbeat picked up again, but this time it felt different, maybe colder.“Then why say it was the wrong place, the wrong time?” I demanded.“Because that’s what it looked like,” he said. “At first.”“And now?”He met my eyes, and for the first time, I saw something crack beneath his calm exterior.“Now I’m not so sure.”I glanced down the hallway that led to the ICU, then back at him.“Who are you, really?” I asked.He hesitated.Then, slowly, he said, “Someone who got there just in time.”“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one
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