“Calm down. Let’s just hear what she has to say.” He patted her back gently, then turned to Zoey.
“Speak,” he commanded.
Zoey’s lips curled into a sneer, her gaze chilling as it locked on the woman in his arms.
“June, why don’t you tell Fletcher where Ashley is—whether she’s alive or dead? And while you’re at it… who was the one who donated bone marrow to him back then?”