Derrick paced around the hospital room, it’s been days, exactly six days since Quinn had been hospitalized. She’d been unconscious since, and not knowing whether or not she was going to wake up scourged him with so much worry. He came here every day, hoping to see those daring green eyes, but every time he opened the door, only disappointment would run cold through his veins.
His daughter…his Quinn…how could this happen to her? Who did this to her?
Cannon was the one who found her pitifully sprawled out on the floor in Zayd’s room, and since Zayd wasn’t here, Derrick couldn’t even ask him what happened. Was he responsible?
Derrick shook his head. No, he was her mate…he couldn’t have been the one to have done this, but Derrick held him partly responsible for leaving her in this state.
