Victor's medical kit was better stocked than most emergency rooms I'd been in, which told me something about the life he actually lived beneath the tailored suits and boardroom composure. He worked on Nico's shoulder at the kitchen island under harsh white light, hands steady despite the adrenaline still visibly working through both of them, while I held gauze and tried not to think too hard about how easily this could have gone differently."Through and through," Victor said, cleaning the wound with brisk efficiency. "You're lucky. Two inches left and it's your collarbone in pieces.""Feels lucky," Nico muttered, jaw tight, sweat at his hairline. He hadn't let go of my hand since he'd sat down, gripping it hard enough to hurt whenever Victor's fingers found something raw."Hold still." Victor threaded a suture with the casual competence of a man who'd clearly done this before, for himself or for others, more times than he probably wanted to admit. "You're going to want something stro
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