Page 160 of Mr. Wicked

Surgery.

It felt like my chest was being cut open without any anesthesia.

“What surgery? What happened?” My voice was rising. “Is she going to be all right?” I repeated since she hadn’t answered me the first time.

“All I can tell you is that they’re wheeling her into an operating room right now. Unfortunately, I can’t release any other information at this time.”

“I’m her fucking fiancé.”

“I understand. But there are HIPAA laws that we must—”

“I don’t give a shit about HIPAA.”

“Mr. Tanner, you’re more than welcome to come to the hospital and wait for her—”

“I’ll be right there,” I said, and I hung up.

I slid the phone into my pocket and scanned the room, looking for something.

Anything that would help me.

That would explain how this could happen.

That would make this stabbing pain in my chest feel better.

“I ... have to go.” I pushed off the glass and headed for the door.

“What happened?” Easton asked from behind me.

“Jovana is headed into surgery. She was in an accident.”

“What?”

I said over my shoulder, “And they won’t fucking tell me anything else.”

“Is she going to be all right?” Holden asked.

I could hear them following me, and I replied, “I don’t know.”

“I’ll get us a car service,” Easton said.

I opened the door, and they followed me to the elevator.

“You need to call Jovana’s parents and let them know,” Holden said. “Do you have their number?”

Did I have their number?

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t wrap my head around what information I had and didn’t have.

I couldn’t feel anything aside from this heartbeat that was echoing through me, radiating like electricity.

“Grayson,” Holden said.

I looked at him as I stepped into the elevator.

“Do you have their number? I’ll call them if you want me to.”

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