Hallie pressed a hand to Nix’s forehead, her cheek, and breathed a sigh. “Kessandra is fine. The surgery went well; she should be waking up soon.” Whatever she was checking for, Hallie seemed to find it satisfactory, because in the next breath she smacked Nix’s arm. “But when she finds out what you did, she may kill you all over again. Blood loss, hypothermia, shock. You two are going to drive me into a watery grave.”
