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-Evan- I barely remembered the ride back. It was a blur of fragmented images. The same went for when I was brought into the underground hospital, where the expert team—Lily and Rider—swiftly went to work. They wheeled me into the OR, cut my clothes off, and put me under. When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital room. Chris was sitting in a chair, tapping his fingers against the armrest. The king stood by the door with his arms crossed, Garrett beside him. Damian was still out with Isabella on a mission, and James sat on a chair beside me. I groaned deeply as I tried to lift myself. Everyone’s attention shifted to me, but before the king could start lecturing me for trespassing with Chris, I needed a smoke. “Here,” James said, handing me my lighter and a pack of cigarettes. “Not in