Harry gently helped Anna into the backseat as they left the hospital.
Mr. Thompson, waiting nearby, froze when he saw his boss carrying a woman in his arms. In all his years working for Harry, he had never seen him treat anyone so softly.
The man's usually cold, sharp eyes seemed to hold something rare, something that looked a lot like tenderness.
Just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, Mr. Thompson pinched himself.
"Take us to Hope Apartments," Harry said as he slid into the car.
Mr. Thompson immediately snapped out of it, keeping his gaze forward as he pressed the gas pedal.
Anna remained unconscious, her head leaning gently against Harry's shoulder. Her face looked peaceful.. almost fragile, like a kitten sleeping with its claws hidden away.
Her skin was pale and delicate, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
Harry's gaze softened. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed his fingers along her face.
