“Vivian’s car was spotted in the parking garage at St. Catherine’s ten minutes ago,” Marco said.

I felt my heart skip a beat.

Vivian, Luke’s sister, was always Arthur’s shadow.

“Why would she be there?” I asked, panic rising in my chest.

“She must know we’re heading to Bennett,” Luke said.

“Or she was looking for you,” Marco suggested.

Luke looked down at me, his fingers tightening around my hand.

“We need to get you inside safely first,” Luke said.

“But Vivian has no business at St. Catherine’s,” he added.

“Unless she’s trying to finish what my father started,” he muttered.

I closed my eyes, the exhaustion finally winning the battle.

“Don’t let them take the baby,” I whispered.

“Never,” Luke said.

That was the last thing I heard before the gray fog took me again.

When I opened my eyes, the sharp smell of antiseptic hit my nose.

The ceiling was made of white acoustic tiles.

A steady, rhythmic beep echoed from a machine to my right.

I looked over and saw a clear plastic IV line running into the back of my hand.