Page 182 of Morally Corrupt

I remember...

Seconds pass by and the images trickle into my mind unbidden.

It’s like a flash. One moment I’m doubting everything about my life, the next, I’m able to see everything with astounding certainty.

I remember…everything.

Including Marcel double crossing me and Jimenez revealing he was my father.

I blink twice, somehow burying that in the back of my mind, focusing on only one thing.

Bianca...

Where is she?

With great difficulty, I get up and ring one of the nurses, asking her to bring me my cell phone. She's reluctant at first, but eventually complies. She hands me my phone and leaves.

I immediately dial Bianca's number, but it doesn't go through, saying that the number's been disconnected.

What?

Did something happen to her? Knowing Bianca, there's absolutely no way she'd leave me here on my own.So where is she?

Then I remember something else.

Jimenez saying he poisoned her. Jimenez dying, and with him dying any information regarding an antidote.

No, that's not possible. How much time has passed?

I frown, thinking back to what the doctor told me. A couple of weeks? Maybe more? What if...

No, no. I shake my head vigorously at the thought. I refuse to believe something might have happened to her.

But then why did she lie to me? Why did she say she was just a coworker, and then left me?

I'm almost hyperventilating, my thoughts straying into dangerous territory. I don't even want to think that she might have left me to...

Die.

No, she's all right. She has to be. Maybe she's only giving me some space.

Yes, that must be it. Although it's unusually thoughtful and nice of her—and entirely antithetic to the Bianca I know—that must be it.

Just to confirm what I already know to be true, I call the only person who'd know where she is.

Vlad.

He'll just confirm my suspicions. She's probably at home with Mally.

"Hastings..." Vlad's voice is dripping with amusement as he answers.

"Where is she?" My tone is harsher than I would have liked.

"My, but you recovered faster than I would have expected. If only B knew." He chuckles, and I grit my teeth. It's not going to be easy to get anything from him, is it?

"Tell me, where is she?" I repeat.

"How much do you remember?"

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