“You want water?” “Stop fussing, Koty.” A tremulous smile spreads across Dakota’s face. “I am going to fuss until the cows come home. It’s your punishment for scaring us to death.” My sister, in a seat next to my bed, looks tired and sad, which makes me feel like I’m a harbinger of doom. Hell, maybe I am. Davis paces back and forth in front of the door, arms crossed. A bossy bodyguard until the end. And Wyatt—he looks exhausted, leaning back against the window. He hasn’t left the room, my side, since he arrived. Probably because he’s waiting to say I told you so.
