Nolan stood vigil by Miranda's hospital bed, observing the quiet conversation flowing between her and her sisters. Though pallor still claimed her complexion and exhaustion etched fine lines across her face, the unmistakable spark in her eyes reassured him. She possessed incredible strength, but even the strongest warriors needed a shield sometimes—and he was determined to be hers.
Needing to make several urgent calls, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll be back soon. Just need to handle a few things. Try to rest while I'm gone."
Miranda's lips curved into a small smile. "You don't need to hover, you know. My sisters have that covered already."
From her chair beside the bed, Noelle's mouth quirked upward. "Oh, don't worry. We'll keep her plenty entertained. You go do whatever brooding billionaire thing you need to do."
