The door to the emergency ward swung open. A pale Evelyn was wheeled out, IV already inserted, oxygen mask resting over her face. Roman snapped upright instantly and rushed to her side.

Theon stepped in front of him. “She’s okay,” he said, exhaling deeply. “She’s stable now.”

Relief crashed into Roman so hard his knees nearly buckled. He tried to follow the stretcher. Theon blocked him again.

Roman tried to go around him. “Move.”

“Roman.”

“I said move!”

“You need to listen to me.”

“Later,” Roman said coldly, stepping forward again. “Anything can be discussed later.”

“It’s about Evelyn!” Theon called out.

Roman stopped, and he slowly turned. His eyes...