Cormack turned slowly. The look in his eyes was so cold, so entirely devoid of human empathy, that Yara took an involuntary step back.
“Royce,” Cormack said, his voice a low, terrifying rumble.
“Yes, boss.”
“Escort Miss Salcedo back to the ER. Make sure she gets the best care available. Pay her bill. Then, put her in a car, send her back to her father’s estate, and tell her that if she ever refers to Brin Holloway as ‘street trash’ again, Aurelio Salcedo will be short one daughter.”