St. Just was being shifted to a private room, the most luxurious, on O’Grady’s demands that afternoon.

He came awake to see Bianca and Liam O’Grady by his bedside, peering at him, anxiety on their faces. Bianca gave a sob and pressed her fist to her mouth as St. Just’s tawny eyes fluttered open and he grinned weakly.

“Am I in Heaven?” he growled, his voice hoarse from disuse and as he looked at his half-brother, he added, pretending to groan.

“Nah, can’t be. This f*cker would not be there!”

O'Grady stepped to him and held his hand in a fierce grip as he growled, an arm around Bianca, who...