“Try to breathe in and out. You’re going into shock,” the man says. He places a white napkin against me, and I cry out as pain lances through my body.
“An ambulance is on its way. Just relax and focus on me.”
I blink, struggling to remain cognizant. “I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Mark.”
“Thank you, Mark.”
“Thank me by staying awake and focusing on my voice.” He begins to tell me a local legend. I zone into his story to escape the pain, but the world continues to get fuzzy around the edges.
YOON
> Screaming erupts from the dining room. I spin away from Sang and stride forward.
“Why are you heading back toward danger?” Sang calls.
“Hart is in there.”
“Who cares?”
I stop and stare at the man I no longer respect or trust after his latest stung. “I do. And you’re fired.”
“What?”
Ignoring his screams, I break into a run. The room is blocked off. My heart leaps up into my throat.
“I’m sorry, sir, you can’t go in there. We have an ambulance on the way to assist an injured guest.”
“My girlfriend is in there.”
“You’ll have to wait until it clears.”
Sirens wail outside, and I step back with the other onlookers. I have a bad feeling growing in my gut as I pace back and forth. The emergency services workers come through with a gurney. Minutes tick by like hours before the door opens and reveals my worst nightmare—Hart strapped to the gurney, pale and wane with hands covered in red.
“Hart.”
“Sir, please let us do our job,” one of the workers says.
Hart blinks up at me groggily. “Yoon?’
“Yes, baby. I’m here.” I look at the man trying to brush me aside. “This is the woman I love. I’m going with you.”
“We don’t have time to argue. Let him ride with us. Sir, follow us. Stay out of the way in the ambulance.”
I jog behind him, fuming. How dare someone hurt her? Inside, I grab her hand once they have her hooked to an IV with the bleeding stopped.
“What happened?” I whisper.
“Samantha.”
“What?”
“She said she wouldn’t let me ruin your career.”
“Fuck her and Sang. I fired him.”
“What?” Her eyes widen.