"Miguel!" Tory cried out when she saw him fall. And when he hit those stairs, it felt like her insides twisted into a pretzel. He wasn't moving. Even when Hawk and she crowded him, he remained unresponsive.

She knew what that meant. It clenched her gut so hard it made her want to throw up.

She'd never wanted that to happen. She'd been enraged, upset, hurt, and she'd wanted to make someone pay. And she wouldn't have minded if Miguel's heart got bruised by watching his precious Sam get beat up.

In the end, she'd only bruised her own heart.