Anna's POV
"They've issued two critical condition notices," Sean said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But they're still trying." He hesitated, eyes dropping to my protruding belly. "Perhaps you shouldn't go in. I can handle this.
What if you accidentally get hurt..."
I understood his concern, but as the person responsible for this project-and this man's safety—I needed to see firsthand. Despite my advanced pregnancy, I moved determinedly toward the emergency room, my hand protectively curved around my twins.
The hospital corridor reeked of antiseptic and desperation. A burly man with red-rimmed eyes spotted Sean and immediately charged toward us. "You said you were getting the blood! Where the hell have you been?" His voice cracked with barely contained panic. "If my brother dies, I swear to God_"
"Lucian," Sean said calmly, "this is Anna Shaw."
