Page 11 of Mine to Worship

I tip my head in a nod.

“What are you going to do?”

Annoyed, I snort at him. “Get my wife back.”

I’m coming for you, Ellia.

From the jet to SUV, my mind stays on her, on getting to her aunt’s house as quickly as possible. Once I arrive, I throw my car into Park, trying to collect myself. I’m about to get out when the door opens, Jake is holding Ellia to his chest.

My heart constricts.

What’s wrong with her?

I wasn’t here to protect her.

Her aunt rushes to open a car door and I follow them. My heart matches my speed. They pull into the driveway of a hospital, and I stumble out of the car.

A nurse comes out with a wheelchair and Jake helps Ellia in it. A man who I assume is a doctor takes her hand in his. If that’s professional, I am a damn saint. Panic and anger unfold in my core and I rush inside.

I speed walk down the hallway of the hospital, the smell of antiseptic heavy in the air. Fear coils around my neck like barbed wire. At the reception desk, the nurse tells me where my wife is and I ride the elevator to the fourth floor.

At the end of the hall, I find her aunt and Jake speaking in hushed tones. Esther’s expression changes from bewildered to fuming in an instant. She gets in my face and snarls.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why is Ellia here?” I am losing my fucking mind with every second I don’t see for myself she’s fine.

“You have no right to be here. Leave.”

“Really? Because she is my wife.” I dart to move past her, but she blocks my attempt.

“For how long?”

Her words hit me like a punch to the solar plexus, but I force myself not to back down. The blond guy from the parking lot approaches them.

“I’m going to keep Ellia here for the night. I’ll take care of her. I promise.”

Jealousy shoots to the surface and my body trembles with my seething.

He turns to me, oblivious to the tension ping ponging between us. “I’m sorry. Are you looking for someone?”

“My wife.”

“Which room? I’m on duty tonight.”

I jerk my chin at the room where Ellia lies. I’m ready to bust through the fucking door. His eyes squint and his jaw ticks, which tells me this prick is after my wife. That will never happen.

“She needs rest,” he informs me.

I grit my teeth and draw a calming breath. No one will be able to keep me from seeing her.

“God, you’re just like him.” Esther laments, flicking her red hair back.

“Try to stop me,” I dare this doctor.

“She’s asleep,” he says.

With one step, I erase the distance between us.

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