Fallon wrapped her arms snug around Malou's frame, happy to have the comfort of a friend so closely nearby. She was, however, alarmed that her friend had no news of Lachlan. What sort of condition must he be in for the nurses to be so tightlipped? If not for the bandages keeping her hands in a straight lined position, Fallon would've balled them into frustrated fists.

The familiar nickname tore her from all thoughts of Lachlan. "JP?" She echoed. Her anonymous friend had come into mind numerous times while in the tundra, but Fallon hadn't once considered that he might be involved. "Did he?" A fake husband wouldn't send her to her death, would he?