Page 3 of Edge of Forever

“All right. Enough.” Zeke placed a hand on his shoulder. “His fiancé was in the explosion at the festival. They just took her up to surgery.”

“What’s her name?”

“Isabella Grace.”

The woman’s face sharpened. “They just booked the room for her surgery, so I don’t know which room, but she’ll be on the eighth floor.”

Logan took off to the visitors’ elevators. He’d only been to this hospital once, but it had been for physical therapy. Not even his own. Logan had been the only one mean enough to get Jacob Stack to his appointments.

He never thought he’d be here for this.

When the doors opened, Logan got in and punched the button for eight. “She did this. You fucking know she did this.”

“Not now, buddy. Just worry about Bellamina, okay? She’s all you focus on. She’s the priority.”

“Nichole?”

Zeke averted his gaze. “They tried to get her out. The paramedics worked with the firemen, but she was gone.”

Logan dipped his head. He’d known it. Had seen the flames surrounding her and known it. But God, he’d hoped.

“Adam? Sarah?”

“Both in the ICU. Sarah’s status just got upgraded though. She’s too tough to die.”

Logan folded his arms and leaned against the railing. “Adam?”

“I don’t know, man. He hasn’t woken up yet.”

He jammed his fingers into his hair and pulled at the roots. So much carnage. How could one woman create this kind of destruction? The elevator opened and Logan tore down the hall to the surgical ward.

There was just as much activity, except that this was a controlled insanity. People worked quickly, walked quickly, and spoke in clipped tones.

“Sir? Can I help you?”

Logan turned around to see an older woman in a small windowed room. He cleared his throat. “Yes, um, my fiancée just came up for surgery.”

“Her name?”

“Isabella Grace.”

The woman typed on her keyboard. “Do you have her insurance information?”

Logan frowned. “No. I don’t know what she has.”

“Do you know her social?”

His chest tightened. “No. I don’t. It doesn’t matter what it costs. I’ll pay it.”

“This is your fiancée, right?”

Zeke pushed Logan aside before he could punch his way through the Plexiglas. “Sorry. She was in the festival accident. I’m sure we’ll be able to gather the insurance information soon. Could you just look up to see if she’s in surgery?”

The woman’s white eyebrows lowered. “All right, one moment.” Her hands flew over the keys. “They’ve only just gone in. It’s going to be awhile. The doctor will be out to talk to you when they’re finished.”

Logan stalked away. Waiting, more waiting. Waiting to get her in the ambulance, to get her to the hospital, to get her inside.

He couldn’t stand the waiting.

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