Chapter 312

‘Your birthday, last four digits,’ he managed. Hearing that made my throat tighten. He’d used my birthday as the code. The call connected and Harry answered on the first ring. ‘Boss?’ ‘It’s me, Mirabelle. Ashton’s been shot. He’s bleeding badly. Get the hospital ready for surgery, now! We’re on our way.’ ‘I’ve got it,’ Harry replied instantly. ‘Kit, can you go any faster?’ I yelled. ‘I’m trying,’ Kit called back, hands white on the wheel. We reached the hospital in what felt like the blink of an eye. Harry was already waiting at the entrance, and a team of doctors and nurses stood ready inside. They rushed Ashton into the operating theatre. I paced outside the door, a tight ball of nerves. ‘Mrs Laurent, would you like to sit down?’ Harry asked, hovering at my side. ‘The operation will take a while.’ I shook my head. ‘I can’t sit.’ If I did, everything that had happened in the last hour would catch up with me and I’d either scream or cry or faint. ‘If you collapse, who will look after t