Page 73 of Moon's Promise

“Killyama’s midwife.”

Moon gritted his teeth. The woman who had seen him on the couch with Stori and Jade was the woman who had his stomach twisted in knots?

“You should have told me.”

“I know. I’m sorry—”

“Excuse me. I need to get by …”

Moon was already unsteadily getting to his feet when the nurse opened the curtain, exposing him to Viper’s and Winter’s view.

The color washed out of Winter’s face. “Moon, I should have—”

“Save it,” Moon gritted out, taking the release form from the nurse. He then achingly walked toward the door, every single part of his body hurting. “Do you know where she is?”

Winter shot Viper a concerned glance.

“Tell him,” Viper told her coldly.

“She has the first-floor office space in Diamond’s building. But, Moon, wait … Don’t say anything you’ll regret. She didn’t deliberately go into your room. Let her tell you how it happened.”

He was so angry he forced himself to hold back words only out of respect for Viper.

“Don’t say another word,” he managed to grit out through a jaw that hurt so badly he felt as if it was going to fall off.

“I’m not going to tell you not to go, but you should wait at least until you have time to cool off.”

“I’m cool,” he lied, walking out the emergency door exit, only to come to a stop. With his shoulder, he couldn’t ride his bike, even if it were in the parking lot, which it wasn’t.

Frustrated, he turned around to find Viper standing behind him.

“Need a ride?”

“You offering?”

“I asked, didn’t I?” Viper grinned.

Moon carefully maneuvered himself into Viper’s SUV, his skin breaking out in a cold sweat.

“Leave your prescriptions. I’ll get them filled after I drop you off. I’ll swing back and pick you up when I have them.”

He refused to thank him, still furious because of Winter. She could have been upfront from the beginning.

“I’m not excusing that Winter didn’t speak up,” Viper said. “She was trying to keep everyone out of trouble.”

“Herself included. She broke the rules.”

“She’ll be punished.” Viper assured him.

“Good.”

“Moon, there hasn’t been a rule you haven’t broken, so come down off your high horse. Let’s be real about what has you so mad.”

“Tell me, old wise one,” Moon smarted off.

Viper braked the SUV to a hard stop. Then, turning in his seat, he grabbed him by the shirt. “I have fucking had it with your attitude. You need to deal with your issues before they deal with you.” Viper released his shirt. “We both know you were counting it being one of the women who belonged to the club or one of the wives who, in your crazy imagination, secretly wanted you. Someone you stood a chance of having again. This chick—whoever she is—didn’t come looking for seconds, and it has you pissed off. The shoe is on the other foot, and you can’t stand it.”

“That’s not it,” he denied heatedly.

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