Sloane's foot connected with Wilson's shin. "Go rescue Irina! That creep is old and revolting. I won't let him touch her."
"What makes you think she needs rescuing?" Wilson's eyes crinkled with amusement, his smile lazy and confident. "She can handle herself just fine."
His tone held absolute faith in Irina's abilities.
"You're hopeless!" Sloane's eyes rolled so hard they nearly disappeared. Her tiny fist waved frantically. "Don't you want to be her hero?
"Even if Irina can manage alone, imagine this—when she spots you there anyway, she'll fall for you harder, right? You need to make your move."
Sloane practically yanked her hair out in frustration. She couldn't understand how he'd win Irina over without trying.
"Come on, we're heading to Maplewood Town," she declared.
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Irina's POV
"Here we are—my hospital." Bryan gestured toward an unremarkable structure.
