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FALLON As we pull up in the underground parking, I climb out of the car too quickly because Milo jumps out, seizing my arm. “You do not leave my side; you do not draw attention to yourself here,” he warns, his voice a deadly whisper as he jerks me closer. “It’s a hospital,” I remind him. “Exactly, and those here do not need more drama when they are already vulnerable; I don’t want to kill anyone, but you try to walk off like that again. You will force my hand and make matters infinitely worse for yourself,” he warns, leading me toward the doors, where I see two security guards. His hand slips from a tight grip on my arm to find my hand. Yet, as we come to the doors, he tosses his arm across my shoulders, tucking me closer. Security nods to him, and he leans into me, his lips moving to my hair. “Behave,” he warns, yet to anyone passing, it would look like he is merely being affectionate. I swallow thickly; maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come to visit my sister and father. As we make our