I suspect Erica.

Ava, terrified, didn't move.

Dylan's gaze moved to her lips, his desire to claim them intensifying. He was wrestling with his instincts, reminding himself that his priority was to tend her wounds.

"Be good. I'll take you to the hospital now." He pulled the seat belt across her and secured it, his eyes never leaving hers.

When he noticed she didn't protest further, he was relieved. He quickly made his way around the car, sliding into the driver's seat and starting the engine.

They soon arrived at the hospital, and Dylan helped Ava out of the car. He stayed close as she was ushered into an examination room, where a doctor began assessing her injuries.

Dylan stepped back, allowing the medical staff to work, but his mind was racing. He pulled out his phone and dialed Justin. "Find out who attacked Ava and what their intention was," he instructed. "I need all the information in an hour."

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