Chapter 3Mount Sinai-Beth Israel
Lower east side of Manhattan
The first time Julio opened his eyes, Donal was leaning over the side of the bed. “Donal, why are you here?” Julio’s eyes were glassy. His gaze slid over Donal to Etienne. “Am I dead? Bales tried to kill me. I must be dead. No one knew where I was. You wouldn’t be here in my apartment if I were alive.”
Etienne swallowed hard. It was difficult to see his Mate like this.
“Julio, you’re still with us, in the hospital. You’re going to get better.” Donal patted his hand.
Julio blinked a few times. “If you’re here with me, you have to go. I can’t let you die with me. Did he kill you, too? Oh God, it’s all my fault. You tried to rescue me and he killed you. I deserve to die, you don’t. I should have stopped seeing him because he w
