Chapter 6

Chapter 6 

Zara 

By the time Jade walks into my hospital room later that afternoon, I’ve already mentally planned out what to do next. 

She doesn’t knock, because Maggie ‘Jade’ Callahan has never moved through the world as if she needs permission from anyone. 

There’s something strangely comforting about that as she pushes the door open with one hip, a black duffel over her shoulder, her jade-green eyes (the reason for her nickname) taking in the bed, the bruises that have faded to a sickly yellow, before meeting my gaze with a softness that she’d deny if anyone named it. 

“Well,” she says, dropping the bag into the chair beside my bed, the chair Knox never even once occupied. “You look like hell. I mean, better than when I saw you two days ago, but still 

like hell.”