When forensic liaison Sol Keeran transfers to Saint Aeron Trauma Center, he's expecting structure, not salvation. His job is simple: audit the hospital's forensic processes and keep his distance.
But Saint Aeron doesn't operate like other hospitals.
Patients survive wounds no one should. Records vanish. Protocols bend. And at the center of it all is Dr. Ruvan Sael calm, brilliant, and unsettlingly precise. His hands save lives. His presence silences rooms. His patients walk away whole... but different.
Then a body turns up opened, arranged, and smiling.
As Sol digs deeper, what begins as a clinical investigation becomes something far more intimate. The rules blur. The scalpel cuts deeper. And some recoveries begin to look a lot like control.
Not every life is meant to be saved. And consent may have been the first thing to disappear.
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